Wyvern And Shiobi

Disjointed Pms From Shiiobi

Her eyes fell upon the tanned male, her hips swaying in his direction as she laid herself back on the table, arching her back,
she let a finger extend in his direction, a wink lightly following her call for him.

An eyebrow raises as he watches her slender finger beckoning to him, her lovely breasts thrust out towards the ceiling as she arched her
back. One long lash sweeps over her eye as she winks to him, and he returns the wink with a knowing smile, tugging at the corner of his
lips. Slowly, he rises from his seat, and walks to her silently, taking each step at a measured pace to raise anticipation. He stops by
the side of the table, gazing down upon the illustrious body that is before him, before staring directly into her eyes with his heated
yellow ones. (What is she wearing?)

Her small, lithe body produced a lovy scent of lavender and lilac, mixed with the sweet sugar from the lollypop. She stared into the Amber
orbs before her, her body adorned in a black bikini top, along with a small, extremely small g string bottom, her hands had metal cuffs on
them, but the bonds were broken , worn mostly as a thing of enticing foreplay. \"hello there handsome\" she said, her cool, sweet voice
filling the air, sounding no more than 16, her small body showing so. She sat up, taking his hand, lihgtly running it over the flat plane
of her stomach, stopping above her g stringed entrance.

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She moaned loudly, aroused to the fullest extent, she was hot, so hot, she could feel her own feminine Lubrication filling his fingertips,
she Dug her fingers into his shoulders, her hair sticking to her now lightly sweat covered form. \"Ohh... Godd...\" she stumbled out, her
eyelids becoming heavy with lust, a hot need for him filling her as she pulled him lightly onto her, onto the table she sat on, her lips
pressed hotly to his, her bubble gum tongue running over his bottom lip, into the not crevace of his mouth. Her hands dragged over his 6
pack between them, playing with his pants buckle, a giggle comming from her tiny form.

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She fell back against the table, low pants, moaning and clinging tightly to the sides of the table. \"OH! PLEASE!\" he yelled in a high
pitched tone, clenching her teeth a bit as he quickly aroused her inner parts, her thighs quivering slightly, she couldnt keep on task of
undoing his pants, she moaned again, leaning into his touch, her head limply lying against the table top, fully engrosed with his touch.
\"Do it harder...\" she begged in a mumbled voice, bringing his fingers deeper within her.

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She moaned again, unknowingly running her fingers through his hair, need filling her, hunger for lustful fufillment making her growl with
need. \"Please... harder!\" she begged, covering her face with her hands, feeling his tounge ravange her, making her hotter and hotter,
untill she was sure she could not take anymore. She screamed out in and affectionate need, her blood pumping so fast she was sure she
could not breathe, but managed to cling to the table, her hips bucking slightly.

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She bit her bottom lip, trying not to scream any louder, she was one of the less experinced with the process of sex, and the other dancers
knew that this was one of her first times doing such, and his movements made her feel a way that she never had before. \"Please.. i... i beg
you... just take me\" she begged, looking to his amber orbs of sweet delight as she looked over her small breasts, her eyes darkened with
lust, her breathing fast and emotion filled, she needed to feel him inside her.

He had still not spoken, those yellow pools of lust settling on her as he licks his lips clean of her nectar. His hands reach to his half
unbuckled belt, letting his trousers flump to the floor. His powerful hands grip her small waist, which is so slight that he can almost
encompass the girth with his hands, dragging her towards him as if she were light as a feather, leaning over her form, and pressing his
throbbing rigidity against her young womanhood. Without further ado, having lubricated his length with her juices, he presses himself into
her, stretching her... she is so desperately tight that he gasps, and begins to rutt into her... not slowly... but vigorously, and rashly
right from the start, stuffing her full of what she craves, over and over again, slamming into her smalbody, so viciously that her hair
begins to jostle into disarray, and her small breasts bounce up and down against his hard muscular chest.

She cried out once again, a hot breathing, gasping in a high pitched voice as he completed her, feeling her own body strech to accomidate
his large girth, so large she almost felt pain, but it was easily washed away with hungry pleasure. he moaned again, mixed with gasps
that were slashed as she moved so fast on the table, it noisily moved beneath her, her arms clung to him, her fingernails running over
his back, leaving large, deep cuts, but not bringing blood. \"Ohhh..... I.. OHH!\" she cried, unable to speak, on gasp in lust as he slammed
into her over and over again, she could feel the white hot oncomming of her climax, but she forced herself to wait, she had never felt so
good before, she needed him within her, needed his hands on her body.

He trounced her, a total stranger to her, dominating her on that creaking table, with her peers close by, watching her reaching that holy
ecstasy with him filling her through and through, skewering her youthful body on that knife of manhood. He drilled her savagely, making
her all his, one hand raising to grip on her swinging breasts, lowering his lips to her heated neck, hearing her screaming and squealing
in pleasure, music to his ears. His lips clasp hotly on her, feeling her toussling hair juggling on his shoulder as he bites her during
their love making, not deeply, just a nip, a love bite, born from the fury of their passion, He grunts almost animalistically, feeling the
walls of her wet elasticity clenching around his spearing hardness. Pounding into her, with his hips slapping loudly on her upturned hips,
he leans down and lifts her legs into the crooks of his elbows, so that they dance up and wide, allowing him to surge even deeper into her,

She knew it was wrong, she knew she was young and alone, but he made her feel whole, her back leaned against the table as he lifted her
legs with his arms, resting them openly so he could pound more deeply into her, her head spinning hotly, she wasnt sure she could take
another moment of his perfect lovemaking, he was... amazing. everything about him caused her to moan in pleasure, she couldnt stop herself,
every part of her quivering as her climax hit, four times over no doubt, making her scream, fall into spasms of hot sexual passsion, her
body slicked with sweat as she constricted hard on his length, making him unable to become loose for the moment. She could sense his need
as well, his gruntled hunger of an animalistic pleasure. She knew nothing of him, possibliy why it was so good, all she knew was his power
over her, she was an unfeeling dancing whore before now, now she was a seemingly innocent girl, crying out for her lover, her body becoming
its own person, a mind of its own. her fingers dig into his shoulders, drawing small amounts of blood with its intencity.


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She could feel his creamy musk fill her, making her feel odd and perfect at the same time. \"ohh....\" she said softly, loving the feel of
his think cream, it came out quickly, she could feel it comming off her bottom.
She moved a bit Quickly, pulling herself off of him to lick the thick cream from his still erect length, she needed to taste him, she
didnt know why. Her tounge ran over his length over and over again, taking the thick, hot liquid into her mouth, swallowing and gasping
for more.

After releasing, he feels her wriggling from under him. He allowed her to escape his clutches and watches her as she takes him into her
mouth, cleaning his length hungrily... he bites his lip as he looks down upon her...although he had only just released, the insistency
of her mouth was unbearable in the sheer weight of pleasure it inflicted upon him. He allowed her to explore the delights of giving oral
pleasure, his fingers gripping into her hair and watching her face, seeing how hungry she is for him, her lithe little tongue working
wonders upon him despite her inexperience. He guides his hardness with his hips, gliding it in and out of her mouth as she sucks at him,
her small breasts heaving, just the sight of her young, naked body giving him such ecstasy.

She could feel herself become hungry for him again as she sucked his lenght as hard as she could, a slight sucking noise could be heard
as she released him from the grasp of her lips, running her tounge over his balls, tasting the last of his musk as she small, tight mouth
formed against his large testes, tasting him fully, his flavor making her wet once again, she could feel herself dripping onto the floor,
a small puddle of her lube already around them.

He speaks for the first time... and this in the beautiful ecstasy she is gifting him with. \"Yes... oh yes...\" His eyes fluttering closed
for a few seconds as he lets that holy emotion sweep over his body, Her mouth is hot, torrid, wet, her tongue gliding over his length.
Breathing harshly, his breath rasping through his lips he stares down upon her, those yellow eyes boring into her young features. One hand
strokes her hair strands back, tilting her head up so he can stare directly into her eyes, the sight of her innocent visage and the
thickness of his manhood wedged between those beautiful ruby lips causing him to twitch and throb all the more in her mouth. Lust
overwhelms him gradually, and gripping either side of her face he begins to move his hips against her face, his rigidity gliding down into
her throat, and tickling with the tip as he keeps it htere.


She moaned a bit onto his length, feeling his manhood in her throat, she swallowed, making her throat constict around his thick manhood,
her small mouth barely enough to encompass him, she looked into his eyes, her innocent pinkish orbs blinking lightly, like a woodland
creature caught in headlights. She slowly let his length come out a bit before she let her small tounge glide over his sensitive tip. She
heard his voice, a killer barritone, making her desire for him more.

It was too much for him to resist any longer, and with a sudden groan, he pulls out of her mouth, his body tingling all over as she had
worked him expertly to his second release in almost no time at all. His hand cups under her face tilting it upwards, gasping, unable to
speak as he stares down into those lovely pink eyes of hers... his second climax is almost as fitful as his first one, jetting those long
streams of thick, sticky cum all over her little face, splattering her under the humiliation of his seed, streaking over her cheeks, and
dribbling over her lips and chin onto her small, yet shapely young breasts, groaning loudly, as he continues to stroke his shaft, the last
few dregs spilling directly into her mouth,

She couldnt Quite understand the peoples laughter, or slight giggles as his seed fell over her lips, she lapped it readily, it was perfect,
everything out HIM was perfect, she clung to his deep voice, whiping his musk off in her hand, throwing it to the ground, licking her lips
once more as she rose, standing before him, or rather, beneath him, as he was much taller than she. \"whats your name?\" she asked almost
childishly as she stood there, coated in his seed in most places, her body slightly shivering, she clug to him.

(I must go for now my darling, i shall be back tomorrow. It is almost 3am here, but i had to stay to finish, im glad i did. See you
tomorrow, pm in response to this one, and ill reply tomorrow)
He is breathing deeply, his mighty chest heaving with the exhertion of having released twice. He is somewhat bemused by the young girls
reaction as she clings to him, her warm body shivering against him. Then, his surprise breaks into a gentle smile and he slips his own
arms around her, staring down into her face, oblivious to the laughs and prying eyes about them. He speaks to her directly for the first
time, not in the throes of passion. \"You may call me Wyvern little girl...\" he rumbles to her in his low, soothing tone, slightly accented
with a foreign timbre. He does not seem to mind that the seed he had coated her with over her body is now pressing to him as she clings
to him. \"And what may i call you...young lady?\" he continues in his gentle manner, so different to the vigorous love making they had been
submitted to.

(^-^ Why thank you. I must Admit, you were one of the very best, if not best sex rp ive had yet.)
She repeated his name lightly under her breath, then looking up to his amazingly alluring amber orbs, his enticing voice having much the
same effect on her. She blushed lightly on his question, but spoke in her soft, girlish tone as her rose orbs stayed glued to his, her body
longing for his touch, she never wanted to leave him. \"You may call me whatever you like\" She said, then silently cursing herself to the
training she had undergone in the methods of enticing men, she did not feel the need to be playful with him at this time, she dared
herself to tell him her real name. \"Its... Shiobi\" She spoke in a quieted tone, the racid, hungry stares of the other men in the room,
dying to get a peice of what Wyvern held in his arms. She looked up, standing on the tips of her toes to speak to whisper in his ear.
\"Please.... dont go, i cant handle another man tonight, and if you leave i will have no choice\" she said in a slightly begging tone.


(Smiles, thank you darling...you too, have proven yourself to be one of the best in my books too. ^^ and im glad you responded, this could
turn into far more than just a fling rp dont you think?)
As he held the lovely girl in his arms, her young body naked, hot, and beautiful wrapped against his masculine one, he listened to her,
those once lustfilled and desiring topaz pools of his staring upon her with an almost benign affection. In turn, he rolls her name over
his tongue, the sound of it pleasing him, before nodding slowly in understanding. \"If that is your wish... then let us away to one of the
private chambers upstairs?\" He suggests, stroking a strand of her curiously pink hair behind one of her neat little ears. \"That way... we
will have the privacy to get to know each other... not merely of the body, but of the heart and mind as well.\" His language is eloquent,
and the light accent betrays his foreign origins. Leaning down, he gathers their discarded garments, slowly sliding his great overcoat
around her naked body to shield it from the wolfish eyes of those who had born witness to their vigorous passion, then takes her hand,
and leads her towards the stairway.

((And yes, indeed it could, you have such a way with words.... heh, im getting carried away with myself again))
She blinked a few times, trying to comprehend someone actually wanting to touch her in affection, and not just lustful grasping and
pulling. She blushed away from the forien feeling, but curling into his large overcoat, encompassing herself with his warmth, his scent.
Her dainty hand lay so perfectly in his large, masculine one, she looked down to thier grasp, amazed at how wonderful it felt, something
so simple, giving her more pleasure within herself than vigorous sex. The one thing she couldnt understand was his amazing eyes, the
simplest of glances in her direction and she fell victim to thier amazing power over her, how he so easily made her wimper with need.
She blushed within herself as he lead her up the stairs, one of the rooms closest to them he stopped. \"here\" she said softly, opening
the door with small hands, her lightly pink tinted fingernails touching against the nob as she pushed it open, revealing a cozy room,
eloquently decorated, with large, whisping sades of dark colors, a large fire crackling in the dark marble fireplace.

(He chuckles, and winks to her, a conversation is made wonderful when two people participate... you are as much to thank for the beauty of
the moment we shared last night as i. I write for the person who reads, not for myself, and i hope i gave you as much pleasure as i could, ^^)
She was indeed, so very small as she walked beside him, his eyes never seeming to leave her, even when he looked away. As he stepped after
her through the polished teak door, he scoured the surroundings with his inquisitive, piercing eyes, his hands settling on her slight
shoulders. With a soft smile, he leans his face into her silken locks, and breathes in deeply, her natural odour mingled with the perfume
she adorned herself with, filling his system with her sweet scent. In the dimness of the room, he could see the flickering orange light
streaking lines of dancing light over her supple body, as if it were a reflectionary surface, playing with the shards of light that
emanated from the source of the element. Gently, without any ulterior intentions, he slides his heavy overcoat from her slim shoulders,
and presses those warm lips of his against the smooth ivory glow of her skin, running his tongue ever so lightly on the bony knob of her
young shoulder. Then tossing their garments onto the back of the soft, furred sofa in front of the fire, taking her small hand in his once
more, and leading her to the girth of the fireplace, turning to gaze upon her, those eyes shining in the shimmering illumination

She allowed that thin, rosy color to enter her visage once again, taking his hand as he led her next to the fireplace, it was so warm
against her bare flesh, her shoulder still tingling slightly from where he kissed her so lightly. Sighing contently, she looked into
his eyes, so soft and warm, the amber hue only making her feel more welcome to his aura, he was calm and strong, sweet and giving, she
almost swooned at him for the first time that night, amazed by her own girlish actions, the kind she had not allowed herself to feel since
comming to this hellbound place. \"What is it that you desire, Wyvern?\" she asked sweetly, almost kicking herself again for the inbed
training she was so used to, but feeling almost giddy as his name lavished her vocals.

His features remain in that compassionate expression, lifting both her hands to his lips and pressing them lightly on her knuckles. He had
rarely spoken since they had met, adding to the unnerving mysteriousness of the man. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he
watches her, the sound of her voice is breathless, as if she were captivated, her eyes misty and rouged with the blush on her cheeks,
accentuated by the firelight close at hand. When he responds, his own tone has taken on a husky timbre. \"I desire...only what you desire
little Shiobi... if you would have us make love again as we did on the dancing table, then i shall gladly agree, but i am also intrigued
as to why... or how you ... a beautiful young maiden, ended up in a place like this.\" His voice lilts ashenly to her, his hands leaving
hers and drifting those callused palms over her slender waist, drawing her warm body against his, as they stand upon the furs that carpet
the marble floor under the eye of the fire.

She was whisked away by his compliments, her eyes falling away from his, she didnt feel she deserved someone so kind to her. Laying her
head gently against his firm, strong chest, she was easily wrapped in his arms. Feeling calm, she decided to open up a bit, she looked up
to his eyes once again, biting her lip a bit before she spoke. \"well... I... Orphans arent exactly high on the list of money makers....
and i had to eat so this looked like an ideal opp, but i was dead wrong\" She spoke softly, thinking of the odd sexual torture she had
endured in the past few years, being here since she was twelve. \"But its nothing, really.\" she continued, not wanting some sort of drop
in his outlook upon her, nor any sympathy.
Looking through his amber orbs mometairily, she coced an eyebrow, a brief smile on her lips, not on of enticing or passion, but mainly
playful in a childlike since. \"What was a wonderful man like yourself doing in a place like this?\" she questioned, tracing her fingers
lightly over his chest.

At her saucy question, his eyes open wide, blinking several times, and then they spread into a handsome grin, chuckling throatily, as his
finger and thumb tweak her cute little nose. \"Aren\'t you a bit displaced to be asking such questions?\" He teases her playfully, and then
releases her nose, landing a soft, fleeting smooch on her lips, drawing back to smile down upon her. \"I have many reasons for being here\"
He muses vaguely, his fingers gliding along her flanks and over those sweet hips of hers, caressing her tenderly as they seem to sway
together to music that neither of them can hear. \"The main one being... I have a score to settle with the lady in charge of this place...
your Mistress... your Boss... I\'m not sure how you address her.\" His expression has taken on a serious denotation, as he speaks in low
tones. \"And you... since you were twelve?... that is indeed a young age to begin to give sexual pleasure to people who you do not even
know... although... tonight almost seemed as if it was the first time you ...enjoyed it so much... judging by how your colleagues were
reacting... I actually thought it may be one of the first times you had...\" he drifts into silence, watching her with that tenderness
replacing his serious expression once again

She blushed lightly again, looking down to the fire, her hands running over his well toned chest, light fingertips over his muscled
abdomen. \"It was my first time enjoying it so\" she said blankly, thinking of thier awsome union, how completed she felt in his arms.
\"My.. colleagues saw how i reacted to you touch, you were.... fufilling\" She said, finding it hard to look into his eyes for the moment,
concentrating on the whisping flames. \"And as for my first time, it should have been so, i wish someone such as yourself could have taken
it from me.\" she said with a light smile, standing on the tips of her toes, connecting a small, innocent kiss to his lips. Kissing was a
very intimate action, and most of the dancers did not do so, but Shiobi couldnt help herself, he was everything she dreamed of, exchanging
a kiss with him was worth the hassle from her mistress.

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(Alrighty, do post when you return)

She couldnt understand his need for her, but also not understanding her need for him. \"Wyvern.... Your everything I dream of\" she said,
her soft, innocent orbs watching his so closely, she placed a chaste kiss against his lips, before pulling gently out of his arms,
sitting on the ground bellow her, the soft animal fur caressing her bottom. She looked up to him, Hungry for his touch once again, she
lay back against the soft furs, her hair pooling around her head, her knees bent, Her rosy orbs watching him, like a small animal waiting
to be dominated. \"I need you\" she said simply, letting her hand travel over her legs, up her stomach and over her breasts lightly.

(Am back for now, must go and eat, but ill be back by the time you post again. Smiles)
She seemed to glow in the gentle crackling of the firelight, her voice husky and tinted with the lust she bore within her. He falls silent,
and lets his eyes travel over the smooth youngness of her corpus, relishing every moment as he drinks her in through his eyes, a thirst
that seems to be insatiable. He steps towards her, towering over her, mighty and powerful, staring down upon the girl, pleading for him,
and visibly, before her eyes, she sees the member that had released already twice previously, growing, and snaking up into its full
thickness. Her small breasts seem all the more enticing as they accentuate the youthfulness about her, her supposed innocence. Kneeling
beside her, he lets a hand run along the smooth skin of her abdomen, leaning in to her and teasingly pressing his lips against her in
several fleeting smooches, pecking her lips softly, as if dipping and tasting as the honey bee to the flower. His eyes are mischevious,
yet filled with the experience of many years of love making, that he wishes to endow her with. With a gentle intake of breath, he parts
his lips, pressing them securely to her velvety ones, and runs the tip of his tongue tantalizingly over them, his fingers keeping a slow,
rhythmic caressing of her belly,

She smiled lightly into his gentle kisses, how easily he proved her lack of education in this feild, being a submissive to rough panting
and hard slaps was really all she knew, as her lips quivered open slightly to his touch, his hands caressing her small stomach, his
dominating grasps of affection making her head light again. She was easily dominated, she knew, but somehow managed to hold onto that
innocent look, she knew he could see it, but also see though it, her little white lies and fluttering lashes giving way to soft kisses
and affectionate caress. \"Oh.. Wyvern...\" she mumbled into his lips, her arms lacing around his neck, bringing him deeper into the kiss
as she eyelids fluttered a bit, her pink hair falling over her shoulders, into her eyes, making her look more like a small bunny than a
dancer for a strip joint. She pulled away, her eyes meeting his, her lightly roughed lips puffy and red from his.

His manner is deliberately slow, his procedure gradual, wanting to allow her to remember every touch, every minute of this night, he wanted
it engraved into her heart so that in the times of darkness that would shroud her life, she would be able to remember this twilight of
happiness. His fingers glide up between her bosom, rubbing the sensitive area between her two breasts, and curling his fingers lightly out
over one of them, stroking his hard, callused palm over the cushiony surface, and applying pressure as he senses her hardening nipple
against the heart of his hand. Cupping upwards, he clenches his fingers around the smallness of her breast, digging angry red lines into
them, and then releasing in the softness of the lover, fondling her nipple between his clenched fingertips. Those hungry lips close over
her lower one tugging on it sensually, suckling the petal between his lips, as he runs his teeth along it, eyes opening slightly to watch
her expression

She was completely owned by him, as she allowed a soft gasp to come from her mouth, his teeth tugging on her bottom lip as she rasied a
bit to fill his lips with hers, she groaned lightly as he ground her nipples into an errect state, causing them to redden slightly, only
enough to cause her a dulling pleasurable numbness, a tingling. She pulled her fingers through his thick hair, her nails running across
his scalp, down over the nape of his neck, over his shoulderblades and back up again, her eyes softly watching his, they were hypnotic.

With the young damsel completely under his spell, he released her lips momentarily, with a soft, lingering kiss, before, purposely tilting
her head back, his other hand gliding around her back and lifting her upper body slightly with her head craned backwards, so that her bosom
is thrust to him. Greedily, he slithers his tongue down her neck, pausing to suck deeply and raise the redness along the paleness of her
ashen skin. Those neat, square teeth of his rake along the hollow in her throat, letting his tongue slip into it, sensing her breathing
rising and falling rapidly. Parting her legs slowly with his leg, he begins to tickle her lower calf with his foot at the same time,
wanting to possess her entire body in one go, and give her the sweet pleasure she craved and been deprived of. His tongue circles in a
downward spiral teasing her until the heat closes around her other nipple, sucking in deeply and suddenly, squeezing her other breast
tightly at the same time, jumping from the soft to the harsh in an instant, in a calculated motion, his tongue whipping across her
hardened nub

How Easily she was taken by him, she didnt even reconize his lips for a moment, unable to distinguish fantasy from reality. \"Wyvern....\"
She said softly, he seemed to be everywhere at once, touching every part of her, her body arching to meet his, her head rubbing lightly
against his as he kissed her neck, she jerked a bit as his lips moved to her nipples, spiking them and soothing them all at the same time,
her heart fluttered with lust, he was going so slowly with her, something she had lacked experince in, but was perfectly willing to learn.
She took in his image, his strong, large boby, his powerful hands, yet sensitive and affectionate to her small, inexperinced body.
Surely this wasnt happening, she told herself, but her hot breaths and hands gripping the carpet told her everything was real, she could
feel her own juices falling onto the carpet, she was incredibly wet, it pooled into the fur, thick and hot.

His tongue whips across her nipple, taking it in deeper, his lips sliding wetly around her breast until he cannot take anymore of the sweet
, soft mammary into his mouth...and then he begins to suck... deeply, harshly, a deep pressure being exherted on her as if her breast is
being continuously squeezed in a vice like grip, the tip of his tongue batting along her nipple incessantly, teasing it, sending the
shockwaves straight down to her intimacy. His knee rises along her inner thigh, enticingly, tantalizingly slow, up and down, with each
rise stroking that few centimetres closer. Until... his knee presses up against her naked folds, his heart jolting in surprise as he feels
just how wet she is... she is drenched... soaking... he had never seen this before, and immediately, presses his knee against her soft
folds, in a circular motion, pressured and loving the feeling of her love juices coating his knee as he fondles her even more, popping her
breast from his lips suddenly so that the cool air cloaks the heated flesh that he had been sucking

She wrenched in lust as his knee fell to her soft folds, making her hotter, she could feel more of her feminine lubriaction coating his
knee, she was slippery and hot, Hungry and needy. She wimpered for something more substantial, imagining the point when his length would
be inside her again, the thought making her more excited. Quickly she got to a siting position, pressing her lips to his neck, her fingers
resting against his firm chest, her small little tongue ran lightly over his cheek before her mouth fell upon the lobe of his ear, nibbling
it, sucking it lightly, she kissed the sensitive spot on his neck, gentle love nips over his smooth skin, her nails digging into his pecks
lightly. She could feel her own need growing along with his, Wyverns heartbeat only mached by her own. Soft, pink locks fell over her
shoulders, lightly covering her breasts, her hand fell to her own intimacy, the small dusting of light pink hair there as well, she touched
herself a bit, picking up some of her own juices, rubbing it over his bottom lip, the flavor only a taste of what she was willing to give.


She was growing in confidence by the minute, and when she ran a slippery finger over his lower lip, he could smell the heat she was
emanating before he ran his tongue along his lip to taste the flavour of her precious nectar. The merest of appetizers was all that was
needed to have his chest explode in the onrush of mounting desire... slow as he wanted to be, it was impossible... there was something
about her that made him forget his composure and calm of normality, and instilled a demon within him... that lustful craving he had for
this woman...no... this girl before him. As she is sat up, he sits, and draws her body onto his, pressing her heated body against his,
with her legs around either side of his waist... he gasps as the length of his shaft presses against the sweetness of her swollen folds,
gliding up along her slit without entering her, teasing the both of them. His fingers clench in her tight buttocks pulling her closer to
him, rubbing himself up and down against her, staring directly into her pink eyes, his own flashing in the firelight, his breath escaping
his lips in small gasps of pleasure, as he feels her bosom crushed against his muscular chest.

Shiori\'s eyelids fluttered momentarily, allowing the lust for him be slowly fufilled, his teasing jesture on her folds, his hard, long
member rubbing against her throbing clit, she moaned lightly, gasping breaths fell so easily from her lips. She coated his abdomen in her
juices, she was so wet, it was unexplainable. She clenched her legs around his back, pulling herself into him more, her breast rubbing
against his chest as his strong arms lifted and lowered her, sending spasms of lust throughout her entire body. Her arms were limp around
his neck, a growing need for him, she could no longer lay there like a ragdoll. Hungrily, she pushed him down against the soft furs, his
expression of lust mixed with suprise made her smile. She ran her tongue along his chest, his small nipples, his abbomen, stopping above
his length, she knew he expected it, like most men, but she stopped, throwing her long pink locks over her shoulder, her Pink eyes flashing
. Quickly, she pulled his member into her hand, loosening around the bottom, tightening at his tip, slowly and frustratingly, the scent of
her onw lubricant filling her nose, it helped her keep a steady pace on his length, her other and massaging his loins.

He leant up on his elbows to peer down at her progress as she tortured him with her small, tender lips. Biting on his lower lip to prevent
himself from breathing out, he could trace the trail she was making downwards, and the anticipation caused his chest to heave with just
the thought of what she was about to do... but yet again, she surprised him... and not at all in the bad sense. She began to milk him
expertly, in a skilled movement of her hand and wrist... so much so that he was unable to stop the groan that erupted from his lips.
His eyes clench tightly as he lifts his head back in the pure ecstasy she brings him. Her small hand was working wonders on him, and that
teasing gesture was mounting his climax ever higher, and closer to the surface, but never quite breaking over the top. He leant down
slightly, his hand stroking her innocent looking face, and murmuring in his tinted accent, \"My darling...my sweet darling...\" He desired
her so much, but in this stage, he was under her power, under her whim, and it felt so beautiful

She blushed a bit at his compliments, slowing her pace for the moment, leaning into his softened touch. \"Wyvern.... Take me\" she whispered,
like before, wanting him inside her, no longer being able to take the constant throbbing of her own body, she encompassed her arms around
his neck momentarily as she whispered these words in his ear, then she turned, leaning her upper body over the fur ladden bed, her knees on
the gorund, her protruding prostirior wet and red, ready for him. She looked behind her, her pink orbs watching him, long rosy locks fell
over her back as her breathing was fast, crying out with a need for him.

(Missing)

\"Ah!\" She gasps, her head leaned against the bed, her breast rubbing against the coverlet, her hands grasping at the sheets, she could hear
it ricketing below them, she cried out in pleasure as he filled her so perfectly once again, making her want him like this for eternity.
She leaned into his thrusts, not quite hard enough for her, she wanted him digging into her very core. \"H-harder\" she begged in a slightly
muffled tone, her face looking at his, her eyes hungry with need as she lick the perspiration from her upper lip, making her face seem all
the more flushed and pink.

He forcefully hammers himself into her, again and again, watching her small little body, jouncing back and forth, beneath her, her face
seeming to rub against the bed. In the sheer dominance of the moment, his fingers press against the side of her head, pushing her down onto
the bed even more as if pinning her there so that she is made utterly his. He grips one of her buttocks and cannons in rougher... more
savagely... so hard that the slapping of his hips crashing into her upturned buttocks produces a loud flopping that fills the entire room,
ruptured only by the sound of her moans and pleas, ...he loves it.. he loves to hear her voice as he makes violent love to her. His nails
rake along her back in the passion of the moment, stuffing her full of the thickness she craves, tearing her tightness apart, and splitting
her in two with the brutality of it all

She gasps again and again as his violent lovemaking surged through her, burning white hot into her body and his. \"Wyvern!\" she called,
over and over, along with gasps and moans of pleasure. How he tore her appart, making her feel nothing but the torrents of sexual
fufillment that encompassed her. She gripped hard onto the bedsheets, needing him, wanting her hands to be on his somewhere, but making
due with his fingernails running over her, leaving red lines on her tiny back. Her body was completely his, the rougher he was, the more
she enjoyed it. Feeling him slowly tear her appart was a perfect moment, filled with the sreams of her first wave of orgasm

He pinned her down completely, his hands gliding round the girth of her small waist and up over her bosom, squeezing the two lovely
breasts roughly, and deliberately tweaking her nipples with the tips of his fingers, rolling them round and round tantalizingly as
his tongue glides over her upper back, feeling her goosebumps there, and tasting her sweat. He thumped into her again and again, so
viciously that her breasts seemed to juggle in his hands from the force, each thrust forcing her body to lurch forward onto her face,
the mat beneath them moving along with their bodies. He ravaged her small body, drilling that hardness into her incessantly, filling her
up with his meat. His hand raises and smacks one of her vibrating buttocks, adding a sting to the passion that they are bearing each
other, loving to hear her scream and while, himself grunting animalistically,

She gasps lightly as his hand stung against her flesh, she gasped for it again, her words barely formed as her second wave hit her again,
more tighter this time, crunching around his thick length, hotly making her small mouth open with need and gasps, her face rubbing against
the bedding, her juices falling all over them both, her legs slowly becoming weaker, but still keeping her buttox elevated, looking back
with her bubblegum orbs.

He continued, wincing and gasping as the heat is almost upon him... as her second wave literally squirts out of her, drenching him with
her desire, he slows momentarily so that he does not release... no... he was not quite finished with her yet. His fingers gripped into her
hair and lifted her lovely head from the bed, his other hand pressing in the small of her back so that it was arched in a lovely, bow
like sweep. Deep down, there was an urge to exhaust her, to give her as much pleasure as he could at the same time... he gasped loudly,
her name slipping past his lips for the first time in a strained, pent up voice... his hips resumed their slapping on her buttocks which,
by this time were a bright red, skewering her again... she was so wet... he slid into her like a knife through butter...and he went harder
... oh so much harder than before, his hips almost becoming a blur as he ravaged her once more

She gasped numberous times, each time he sliced through her perfect crevice, making her cry out with need and lust. She felt him left her
head a bit roughly, but only enticing her more as her back spread into a soft dip, making her nipples rub against the bedding, her knees
red from the rubbing on the floor. She let out a cry as he slapped her once again, making her almost growl with inner fufillment, he made
her feel so wanted, perfect in his grasp, his alluring gasps of pleasure, as her name fell over his lips, making her smile inwardly, she
wanted him to fil her, to feel the hot streams of his thick musk in her body. \"Wyvern....\" she mumbled under her breath, each time he
thrusted, she went against his firm hips, making thier union deeper, unbearably hot at sticky as her juices seemed to coat every part
of him, spilling off his legs. Her Third release was upon them, so vivid and hot that she saw nothing but white, felt nothing but the heat
within her, his hard thrusts feeling even more rough as she clenched around them, her little pink mouth falling open into a scream, her
long dark eyelashes closing over her eyes as she bent into the bow like shape deeper, pressing her bottom onto his hips hard, driving him
deeper into her passage.

(Im sorry i wasnt on last night, father\'s day outing. rolls eyes, back now)
Her moans, her gasps, her screams, were what really drove him over the edge. Dominating her in this sexual fashion had such a sweet ring
to it, that his lust and desire boiled over into their furious passion. His hardness screwed its length into her relentlessly, uncaring of
how tight she was... his knife shot through her deeper, and deeper, almost cruel in its masculine brutality. His teeth grit together as
his own vocal chords erupt in the gasping, groaning of his release. Suddenly, as his hips are crashing against her lovely, round buttocks
frenetically, so direly that her little body lurches forwards with each pound, he begins to release. His fingers grip into her strands of
pink hair, tilting her head up to the sky, watching her pink mouth open to the sky, bleating out her pleasure unashamedly, his other hand
gripping one of her breasts so tightly, that his fingers seem to dig right into her soft, cushiony surface, as his heat spills into her,
shooting in those juddering jets of steamy, creamy liquid, filling her womanhood with his seed, and feeling them drip out of her, following
the lines of her own down her buttocks and thighs.

(Quite alright, my dear... i wasnt on much yesterday... pah, fathers day, such a hassle)
Her Lips quivered as soft breathing fell over her ruby lips, her eyes closing slightly at the feel of his seed filling her so completely,
dripping of her body. Her hair remained in his grasp, every part of her stung with fufillment, her body was weak and exausted, the soothing
warmth of his musk making her drowsy with thier completion. \"Wyvern.....\" She mumbled, not strugling to get out of his grasp, or even move
for that matter, she lay there like a ragdoll, just breathing for the moment.

(Nods, i know what you mean... do you enjoy what we do here in reality?... meaning, do you... please yourself? Blushes at the question,
hoping he has not offended her.)
Slowly, as his gasping abated, and the last of his musk had been jerked into her from his throbbing member, the vice like grip in her hair
slowly relinquishes, and his hands become those of a lover, lowering her upper body to the softness of the furs beneath her so that she
may rest her exhausted body upon it. Gently, he glides his thickness out of her, noting that it was slowly becoming limp after the
imminent release. Breathing deeply, his chest heaving, he lays down atop of her, careful not to let his superior weight crush the young
girl beneath him, but just so that she feels protected with him, his lips pressing to her shoulder, and tracing a loving trail of
smooches across her upper back until he reaches her other shoulder. Rolling off to the side, he lays beside her, stroking his hand over
her back and staring into those innocent pink eyes, a tender smile written across his features as he gains his breath back.

(-Blushes- Sometimes, but only if im really desperate, i get much more pleasure out of this than any real physical self gratification)
Shiobi glanced into his intoxicating orbs, a thin smile on her lips, her shin flushed from thier actions. Her eyelids were heavy as she
blinked at him, her arms wrapping around his neck, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, her body sliding perfectly into his, they fit
together almost like a puzzle. Pulling back, she took his hand into hers, its sheer size and length of his fingers made her think of them
filling her in the sensual way they did. She pressed her palm lightly to his caloused one, her dainty hand lay delicately on his, so
different, yet so alike. She smiled lightly, lowering her hand, staring into his eyes. \"You never did tell my what buisness you had with
my mistress.\" she said with a tired smirk, laying impossibly close to him.

(Smiles to her, i am happy to be able to give you pleasure in some form darling.)
As their bodies lay before the warmth of the fire, heating their bodies as inside they cooled and their perspiration caused them to shiver,
they held each other, conversing in soft, husky voices, so contrapuntal to the violent love making that they had performed not more than
a few minutes previously. His fingers trace along her collarbone and up over her swanlike neck, his fingertips almost tickling her in the
lightness of the caressing. As she places her palm against his, he looks down and smiles even more broadly, had he closed his hand, he
would have easily encased her tiny one into his. Instead, those yellow orbs lift once more to settle in those curiously pink ones that lay
beautiful before him, her eyelashes long and feminine, and highly attractive as he lets his eyes run over the curls. \"I owe your Mistress
a lot of money...\" He says again vaguely, in his husky way. \"And i have come back to pay my due...when i was waylaid, and distracted by a
young girl with pink hair and eyes.\" He grins to her mischeviously.

(
She blushed, smacking him lightly on the shoulder. \"Distracted? think i had you a little more than \"distracted\"\" She said smirking,
brushing her thighs lightly against his legs, her hands brushing over his rippled, chissled abdomen. She wondered sliently about what he
could have owed money for, especially to someone as cruel and heartless as her mistress. Her memory jolted into a not so fond image of her
mistresses master, taking her, beating her and raping her the day after she arived, looking for a job. He seemingly had a passion with
\"breaking in\" new prospects, she had avoided male connection as often as possible, which wasnt much in such a place. Her eyes lightly rose
to his, so comforting, so alluring. She never wanted him to leave.

Smiling at the tenderness of her frolling against him, his hand glides down the slimness of her waist and over the gentle curve of her hip,
catching her thigh ever so gently and lifting it so that his leg lies between hers, as if they are intertwined together in some complex
pattern. His eyes leave hers momentarily once more, following the stroking of his hand, and chuckling softly in his throaty way as he spies
the betraying red that coloured her backside, he could even see it from here. The smile fades from his lips and he sighs deeply as he
begins to relate the tale, the fire crackling merrily in the background. \"Many years ago... when I was not so very much older than yourself
, I was bound to Slavery by your Mistress... There was an incident... and...i managed to escape... but it was merely to gain the sufficient
money to buy my freedom... and that is what i am here for today... i do not know how she is going to react.\"

(never mind last mail... stupid glitch)
She listened to him for the moment, she could have never dreamed of buying her way out of her predicament, she had no money, she was fed,
clothed anf housed by her mistress. \"You? A slave... that seems so unlikely.\" She said quietly, her head resting on the pillow of his chest
. \"How old are you anyway?\" She asked in a curious tone, she really knew nothing about him, only his first name, and that he know owed
money to her mistess for some age old deal they had. She was more than curious of his life now, it seemed so interesting to her.

(Had the same glitch for about half an hour now, pouts, couldnt read your messages till now.)
He smiles to her, his soft amber gaze glowing in perfect harmony with the dancing firelight that lit both their faces. The orange flames
seemed to lick over her sultry white skin, and give off a peach glow from her body. His fingers drift over her body, caressing up and down
from her thigh, all the way up to her slender waist and ribs. \"Yes...I was a Slave for many years of my life until I escaped at seventeen..
. now... ten years later, I am finally able to pay off the debt I have owed your Mistress for so long... with interest.\" He stroked his
fingers through her rosen locks, pressing a few strands to his nose and breathing in deeply, his eyes closing in the deep pleasure of
breathing in her incense. \"I was enslaved at a very young age... seven perhaps... by your Mistress... and, was her personal slave... she
was not overly cruel to me... i was just not born for the life of a Slave... and needed to feel the wind in my face, and the free grass
beneath my feet...\" As he speaks, his voice rises and falls like the waves of the calmest of oceans, indicating his foreign identity.


She sighed lightly, watching his silken lips move, his alluring accent keeping her captivated. \"twentyseven....\" She said lightly under
her breath, her hands falling against his cheeks. \"What is it that you have done to make you capible of paying her back?\" She asked
curiously, her eyes taking on an owl like qualit, her imagination running of with her again, thinking of him as some long lost price of
his forien land,captured and taken away, only to return on his seventienth year. She giggled inwardly at her childish imagination, making
her smile brightly. Her butterfly fingertips brushed over his shoulders, his powerful arms and then down over his well toned thighs, her
smile seemingly plastered there, she hadnt felt this happy in such a long time.

His laugh rumbles out as he flicks his mauve fringe back from his forehead, smiling to her, as his fingers glide between hers and squeeze
softly, the simple gesture indicating just how much more powerful he is than her, and that he is being careful not to hurt her with so
light a squeeze. Amusingly enough, her childish imagination was not far from the truth, although there were many areas that were vastly
different from the simple story she had in her mind. \"At the age of seven, I was rightful heir to the Kingdom of Feldon... my father had
died a mysterious death... and the regency was taken up by my uncle. It was he who sold me into slavery...apparently, he wanted direct
lineage of blood to uphold the kingship of the throne... so, i was sold into slavery... instead, for a decade i served your Mistress,
until i learnt from one of the customers of my true origins... I returned to Feldon, after escaping, but returned to a country riven by
civil war... there was no kingdom any longer... merely a rift of seven to eight factions, all claiming the right to the throne after my
uncle had been slain. \"I am now, one of the leaders of those eight factions... and it is from the treasury that i have drawn the sufficient
gold to buy my freedom... my Mistress had never been cruel to me deliberately... she merely needed to vent her own pains onto someone
else sometimes.\" He pauses, the silence filling the room, his hand still stroking the curve of her buttocks absentmindedly.

Her Eyes widened when hearing this, her little mouth falling open slightly. \"Your... a leader of a province of some sort?\" She said blankly,
unable to believe such a thing, but he did have a certain air around him that spoke of a regal past. She couldnt belive she was laying
there, holding someone so refined, she blushed, feeling a bit unwelcome for the moment. \"How could someone such as yourself...... even
take a second glance at someone like me?\" She asked, biting her bottom lip, she knew that tommorow she would wake up alone, he would be
gone and she would have to wake up from this ever so pleasant dream.

He seemed to read her mind and he chewed on his lip subconsciously, it was the first indication of nervousness he had shown. His gaze
averts for a few seconds, as he stares into the realms of her pink hair, running his fingers through it as if to gain time and courage
to tell her. \"I do not know... i have never looked down upon anyone... and this strongly due to my past... as i have experienced what it
is like to be a Slave to someones every whim... as i have experienced, the tortures, the hardships and the pains of one who is not Master
of himself... i am unable to look upon anyone other than an equal...\" He pauses yet again, staring into her rosen eyes, a deep pain etched
into his own. \"Tomorrow... I shall be gone... and you must forget me... you must forget that we ever met...\" It was quite obvious that he
was hiding something from her, but that no matter what she said, he would not reveal it. His eyes soften from the anxious gaze once again
and he strokes her cheek almost adoringly, pressing his lips to hers in a tender kiss... \"There is something about you Shiobi... something.
.. i cannot explain... but you must forget me... as i must forget you...\" He seems to wince as he tells her this... it was equally evident
that he did not wish to... but it was something that was forced upon the two of them.

She bit her little lip, her eyes seeming to well up as he spoke, she burried her head into his arms, the light brushing over her long wet
eyelashes over his chest made it obvious that she was pushing back tears. \"No.. i dont want to forget you\" She said simply, shaking her
head vigorously, clinging to his arms, \"I dont want to forget you....\" She said, her large orbs rising to his ashen amber orbs, her
overflowing eyes and quivering bottom lip would be to much for most people to bear.
She couldnt forget what they shared, the perfect moments that had together, how right it felt to be in his arms.

He sighs, stroking her head against his chest, breathing regularly, a pillar of solidarity for her, his strong arms seeming to protect her
from anything alien to outside their private bubble of emotion. And yet, his words said the opposite of what his body was telling her.
Swallowing hard, he kisses the top of her head and whispers once more, \"Shiobi... you must... for both our sakes, you must... what we have
shared tonight has been more poignant than anything i have ever experienced in my existence... i have never felt so elated in the presence
of another... but we must forget...\" He hesitates again, and then, closes his mouth, lifting her head to him, and pressing his soft lips
against her cheeks, kissing her salty tears away, and tasting them as he smooches her tenderly, guiding his lips onto hers, in those gentle
pecks of feeling,

She wimpered into his soft kiss, her lips falling around his tenderly, her hands clinging to him more than ever. She couldnt let him go,
there must have been something she could do. She burried herself deeply into his kiss, so soft, a caressing touch that she was sure to
remember for the rest of her days. She knew she would be alone again tomorrow, and then men that had seen her last night would be back,
hungry for the treatment she gace Wyvern, that she was so unwilling to give to another. Breaking the kiss momentarily, her eyes opened,
a little clearer than before. \"Wyvern. Please dont leave me here. Take me with you\" She begged in a slightly stammered voice, her
fingernails lightly digging into his arms.

As her lips leave his, he leans in to search for more... but she speaks to him, in a pleading, begging tone, and the sweetness of her
words tugs at the strings of his heart. He almost lets out an audible whimper as he stares into her eyes, the pain wrenching at him. Her
fingers, gripping at his muscular arms, her body, pressing to his, reminds him of what they had shared all night, and he can feel the
heat rushing into his body once again, the adrenaline rush... \"Shiobi... I...I cant... we... cant...\" And eventually, he takes a deep
breath and looks her directly in the eyes. \"Much as id like to... I am wedlocked...\" He confesses, staring deep into her pink eyes, the
admittance coming out finally. \"And much as i am against this marriage... it is for the good of my people... and i cannot think selfishly..
. if my faction were to see me returning with you... they would never accept me as a leader, and the tribe would be split asunder into
more bloodshed once again...\" he explains, the pain tearing him apart

She pulled back, her eyes wide, quivering with disbelief. \"No... it cant be true\" She said simply, but knowing all to well that it was.
She sat up, looking away from him, unable to speak for the moment. Rising from the bed she stumbled to a closet, pulling a silken robe
from it, wrapping it around her small body. Turning around, her eyes met his in an forced glare. \"Well, i belive my \"services\" to you are
all used up. Ill expect payment to my mistress tomorrow\" She said, cold, or trying to be cold, her own voice comming out more quivered,
she wiped away a tear that fell quickly with her hand, wrapping her arms around herself, she looked into the flames. She couldnt bear to
look at him. it hurt to much. Again, she was nothing but a plaything, something to be used and abused, never good enough for him, or any
other. She sighed a ragged breath, daring herself to look at him.

He had been dismissed, and he could do nothing about it... he knew that if he made a move towards her, she may as well have screamed for
the guards... the men who worked here were to ensure the girls safety...and all were hefty, bulls of men with nothing much in their heads,
and everything in their muscle. He gets up silently, his body illuminated in the amber light that flooded from the fireplace, slowly he
leant down, and gathered his clothing, pulling them on silently without saying a word. When he has finally dressed again, he turns to her,
seeing her regarding him... the suffering of countless years catching up with her... she looked older, more forlorn... \"I am sorry ...\"
He whispers to her in that husky voice of his, and then turns to the door, opening it, but he does not exit immediately. Instead... he
turns back to look at her, and sighs... \"i do not love her... i never have... it is a duty that i bear my people... and what i have
experienced with you... is as close to love as i have ever been...\" His voice almost chokes at the end, as he holds back his tears, before
exiting shutting the door silently behind him.

((sorry about the wait... computer died))
She sighed as the door shut, falling to her knees infront of the flames, tears falling over her cheeks in an endless torrent. She couldnt
let him leave, not like this. She rose silently, racing to the doorway. he had only walked a few feet from the door as she opened it, her
eyes falling upon him, the baggy robe shuffling lightly as she ran. \"Wyvern!\" She called to him, stopping in front of his form, her eyes
searched his momentarily as she small arms fell around his neck, her head against his chest. \"Dont leave me like this... not yet\" she
asked in a whispering voice, begging for him to stay. She couldnt lethi leave just yet.

(Smiles gently, tis okay, i was a little worried, but glad you returned ^^)
He heard the swing of the opening door, creaking lightly on its hinges, and the patter of bare feet tapping after him. He turns, and is
enveloped in the small, yet heart wrenching embrace of the girl that he had just left in the room. He could smell the natural aroma of
her body wafting over him, and it took all the effort he had to choke back those tears that were threatening to fall. His arms wrap
around her in a bear-like hug, and with an easy hoist, he lifts her from the floor, into his arms, supporting her with his mighty strength,
He does not say anything in response to her words, he merely lifts her completely against him, his powerful muscles taut around her in
that protective aura, and carrying her back beyond the teak door, closing it with his foot, and back into the room, silently, not trusting
his own voice to speak yet.

((aww, -feels loved-))
She re entered the warmth of the room, a light smile covering her features, she couldnt help but smile in his arms, but everything was so
mixed up. He was to be wed, she was nothing but a toy, him a prince of some sort, she sighed inwardly, unable to keep herself from feeling
her heart clench. \"I know you must leave me.... but... not yet\" She said lightly, she leaned against his chest, her small body cupped in
his strong arms, she fell under the spell he always seemed to cast.

Slowly, he sets himself down on the couch that they had made in love in front of, that had been opposite the fireplace. Gently, he seats
her small frame upon his, stroking her thighs as he spreads them on either side of his lap so that they can speak face to face, as close
as they possibly can get. His eyes are tender, filled with a profound caring. His fingers glide along the bagginess of her garments,
gliding up her hips and over her warm waist. Gently, he leant forwards and kissed her, in a fleeting, but meaningful kiss. Almost seeming
to read her mind, he shakes his head slowly as he stares into her eyes, stroking a strand of stray pink hair behind one of her neatly
formed ears. \"I want you to know...my darling... that no matter how the others may treat you... no matter how many men you have been
forced to have... this night... this one night, you can say, that you weren\'t a toy... this night, this one night, you can say, that you
made love, and not sex... this night... of all nights... you felt... from the heart...\" he finishes, his hand pressing upon her upper
bosom, indicating her heart, and feeling it beat.

She let a ragged breath fall from her lips, her eyes glued to his as her hand rose to touch his hand that lay against her, taking it into
her dainty, delicate touch, holding onto it between them. \"I dont want to let that go, i want your love\" She said, her eyes falling.
The word had meant so little to her before, just a term to describe something that she would never have. \"I want to stay with you in this
moment forever\" She whispered lightly, pulling him into the gentlest of kisses, her small, ruby lips almost not touching his, but the
feeling was emiment, a soft bond that they shared seemingly unbreakable.

He smiles softly to her naive, yet beautiful words. \"My darling...\" he whispers in his husky, lightly accented tone, \"Love is an intangible
source... is it not too early to speak of such a holy bonding?...\" His topaz gaze lost in her own pink orbs, her entire allure seeming to
shine with a radiant iridescence that bespake their emotion... One hand glides along her thigh, up and down absentmindedly, relishing in
the smooth softness of her toned skin. Every touch they made was innocent, gentle, loving... he knew that there was little he could do to
deny their feelings for one another... it had been at first sight... when he had seen her beckoning to him from the table she had been
dancing upon seductively... it had been more than just a sexual attraction... he tells her all this in a low voice, in an almost soft
purring. But then his eyes turn sad once more... he knows of their plight, that they could not afford to bond like this ... it could be
fatal... and yet... he couldnt help it..

She nodded lightly to his words, she knew thier love would eventually end tragically, but she couldnt help but dream, thinking of a place
where she could stay with him, simply be with him, that was all she desired. \"We have bonded.... Perfectly, we were meant for eachother\"
She said, a hopeful tone more than anything, her hand grasping tightly to his, her eyes filled with affection and a blind trust in him,
she knew deep down that all they had was that moment, and it was passed, he was to leave in the morning, and she would again be pushed
back into the only life she knew, clinging to a dream, the only thing she had was a single moment off love. She heart fluttered. this was
all to much to bear.

She knew it, he knew it... they both did, and in a morbid way, it made the moment all the more beautiful, because they both were aware of
its imminent end... and that on the morrow they would be separated from each other... \"I could... come back... and see you sometime? When,
i can find an excuse to get out of my political and blood battles...\" he offers softly, in response to what she said... \"There is
something between us that i have never been able to feel before with another... there is something special, there is magic... there is...
love\" he admitted finally, the last word whispering through his lips in an almost inaudible rustle. \"But fate... is a cruel deity... and
the best we can hope from us... is that some unforeseen event will throw the two of us together in the future... for now... i am afraid...
that we must make do with this night, this precious night that has been gifted to us...\" He smiles again, his hands gliding up over her
round, firm buttocks and over her back, pressing his lips to her cheek softly, and as he continues to speak, arching those lips in a
hyperbole over her slim, swanlike neck, and collarbones, and then back up to her other cheek

She let yet another tear fall from her cheek as his tormenting lips, yet so fufilling covered her skin, so perfectly soft and his caress
so wonderful, yet it felt only like prolonging her torture, knowing that his touch would never be there again. \"Wyvern... Please... dont
torment me so\" She begged softly, knowing he would not be please, she knew he probably expected something out of her, but she did not
think she could take having him with her, his feeting lips only a tormenting grasp at something she could never have. \"Dont you know that
when you leave, your kisses will be all i have to remember? all i have as someone hits me to the ground, taking me for granted.... ill
only be able to image them as you, pretend thier slaps are your soft caress....\" her hands touched his once again, running her fingers over
the palm of his hand. \"I think i might go insane\" she said with a forlorn sort of laugh.

(By the way, i love your hair, you look so adorable ^^)
\"If they are all that you will remember... then let us make this night so that you will remember them all the clearer...\" He whispers...
softly, kissing her once more, \"I cannot take you with me...not yet...\" He stares beyond her into the fire, the dancing flames playing
visions in front of his eyes. An idea is forming in his mind, and when he looks back to her, the tragic element of their situation has
disappeared in his eyes, and has been replaced by measured excitement, as if it were controlled, a hope that is but a hope... but is
still something to work on... \"Shiobi...\" he whispers her name softly as his hands settle on her thighs again, stroking up and down as he
tends to do when she is ontop of him. \"If i were to buy you from your Mistress... and you were to come with me to my homeland... as a Slave
who i had freed, from the clutches of the enemy?...\" He pauses letting his words sink in... \"If we were to do this... then... on the way
back to my country... i would have to teach you everything about the tribe you had been submitted to... all about my own culture... so
that no one suspects that you and i... have such a bond... would you be able to do that?\" He falls silent again, watching her closely for
her answer.

(aww -blushes- Thanks love!)
She thought for a moment. She knew her ability to retain information was pretty good, and she could pass off as a slave easily, for she of
course was one. \"But... In your lad, your like a prince, would i even get to see you?\" She asked, watching his eyes momentairily, wondering
if her freedom was something that would be a sort of sad irony, she would be free, in his land, but still under the bonds of his heart? of
her own? She looked away, The thought of being free intimitated her a bit, but also being with him calmed her fears.

He could sense her fear, almost a palpable thing that spread around her and through those lovely rosen eyes of hers. He smiled
encouragingly to her, taking her hand and slipping his fingertips between hers, and squeezing sensually. Their bodies are warm together as
they talk clothed in front of the fire, conversing in low voices so that no one would be able to overhear. \"If you were to come to my
homeland... we live... rather roughly... i might point out... we have no palace, the castle has long been overrun by one of the usurping
factions who have claimed their right to the throne... and we are forced to live in the forests, in the swamplands near the border.
It is our stronghold... our fortress... impenetrable as nature always is...\" Slowly he leads himself up to answering her question. \"I
always have personal helpers, i never refer to them as Slaves... for i ever disliked being called one even when i had been... they are
simply my helpers... and you could become one of them. We would see each other far more often than you may think...\"

She smiled, hearing him speak of his homeland, and that she would be be able to see him quite often, it made her happy to think of
actually living somewhere, to be able to make some of her own desisions. She fell silent for a moment, her hand gently pushing a mauve lock
out of his face. \"But.. would i be able to see you... like this?\" She asked simply, he would be wed, and his wife, she would not be happy
with the knowlage of a mistress. She thought a bit worriedly again. Would she ever be able to be with him? would they have to hide thier
feelings? she knew it to be true, but suspected she could do so, for the sake of his home and for him.

(Darling, i will not be on much this week as for the next ten days, my exams are being held. Ill reply as often as i can, but it wont be very frequently unfortunately. Huggles her tightly, missing you already, all will be resumed after the finals. INCLUDEPICTURE \"http://graphics.gaiaonline.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_heart.gif\" \\* MERGEFORMATINET )
He listens to her questions, they were fretful, as were her beautiful salmon-tinted eyes, so innocent yet so expressive in their experience
that no girl of her age should have been submitted to. After pondering a moment, and staring into those mesmerising eyes, half hypnotised
by her youthful beauty, he responds. \"Yes... my darling, we will be able to be together like this... not as often as we may like to be..
. for our union must remain a secret at all costs. And in any case...\" he adds with a gentle smile, \"the anticipation of waiting until we
can be together once more will only serve to heighten our need for each other...emotionally, physically, in every way possible.\" He strokes
her young cheek softly. \"This is indeed a heavy burden that i would be placing on your shoulders, and i do not wish you to fall foul of
the politics that rule my country... it is your choice Shiobi... otherwise, the alternative would be my having to visit you every so often.
.. but i could not guarantee when i would be able to return... or how soon...\"

(-Dies from withdrawls from him- Alright love. I will miss you terribly, but you must do well on your exams ^-^ Good luck!)
She shook her head vigorously, latching her arms around his neck, resting her chin lightly on his shoulder. \"Id Rather die than stay here
without you\" She said, pulling back and looking into his eyes, those soft, amber pools which gave her so much comfort, that she would do
almost anything in the world for. \"Just being able to see your face would be enough for me to go on every day\" She said sweetly her hand
lightly grazing over his chin, and down his neck, resting on his smooth chest. \"Now... your home... you live in a forest? You do hae homes,
do you not?\" She asked, wondering about the kind of living arragement she would be going into.

(Chuckles, worry not...as said in the last passage i sent... the anticipation will only augment our need for one another...already... i can feel it growing...)
She was so very young, and something within him twisted as if he felt guilty for sullying such a small girl with his desire earlier on...
but then the memories flooded back... it had been born from pure lust for one another... but the act had transformed itself into something
so pure and beautiful that neither of them could deny the connection of love that it had spurned between the two of them. Kissing her
softly on her lips, he smiles as the images of his homeland fill his mind, his accent seems to become more obvious as he speaks of it,
\"We live within the magical woodland glades of Feldon, deep in the heart of the deciduous trees. Our homes are not where the enemy searches
for them, on the ground, but interwoven high up in the immense oak trees in the boughs. Our community is large, and the patrols of the
enemy factions frequent... when they do pass beneath us, there is a signal for total silence... for... large as we are... we are not as
equipped as many of the others... and we do not wish to give away our position... It is a quiet life, with the odd moment of tension...
The weather is...not superb, but we are sheltered by the natural canopy of the treetops... it is a beautiful life in the open... and many
have furnished houses within the upper trunks of the trees we live in...\"

(As Can I ^-^)
As she listened to his imagrey of his home, she closed her eyes slightly, listening to his words she painted a picture of it in her mind.
\"It sounds.... Beautiful\" She said lightly, her long, dark eyelashes trailing slightly over her cheeks as she thought of his home, She was
sure she could hear the wind in the trees, She pictured the rain on the summers leaves. Smiling, she let her orbs fall on his amber bliss,
a soft smile cojuring to her lips. \"I think I would be most comfortable there... better than this place\" She said with a slightly smirk,
her eyes slightly falling, blinking a few times at certain memories she would much rather forget. His diligent voice carries the images
away as she watches him, her head lightly resting on his chest, the pad of ther thumb lightly stroking his cheek. \"As long as you are there
, i dont care where i live\" She said benignly, a smile comming to her lips as she pulled him into a soft kiss, her lips resting softly on
his.


His eyes lose themselves in hers for a few seconds, drawing out a silence that is anything but awkward, electrical shockwaves passing
between them. His palms continue to caress her hips and thighs slowly, as the crackling fire begins to die beyond them, settling into a
deep, crimson glow of the embers, illuminating her face in the soft glow of the red passion that it represented. \"Indeed...\" he husks in
the low rumble that she is now becoming so familiar, \"It is a beautiful country... my homeland... and it will be even more so when your
lovely self sets foot into its green lands.\" His lips respond to hers tenderly, flirtatiously brushing against her kiss before enveloping
her in the softest of kisses, pressing both his lips down against her lower one and trailing them back and forth, up and down teasingly.
\"I would be happy to offer you this new home... a berth to your freedom... although we will be shackled in our emotions, there will be
times when we will be able to show them in secrecy.\" He promises her, drawing back slightly, eyes shining brightly.

(Aw! ^-^ -is loved- Glad to see you on)
\"To be trapped in the grasps of your hart is nothing more than a bliss\" She said in a sultry voice, leaning closely to his ear, her lips
slightly brushing against it, she leaned back, giving him a rather sly smirk as her hands rested on the nape of his neck, her fingers
lightly running through his longer hair. \"hmm... I think it would be best to get some sleep soon... tommorow will proove itself to be
tedious\" She said, her eyes becoming sort of questioning, But nothing more than curiosity ran through her veins, along with a slight
amount of excitement. Her hands trailed off his neck as she slowly made a move to rise from his warmth, sort of reluctantly, she had
become so comfortable in his arms. She stood, her back turned to him as she removed her robe, teasingly, as she always did, exposing her
bare back, and letting it rest above her buttocks. \"Come to bed love\" She said, looking over her shoulder with a sly smile.

(Ah, but you are most loved my darling,
With a smirk of a smile, he raises himself, and follows the girl, tinted with the dancing fingers of the scarlet red that furled across
her back from the fireplace. His breathing rises slightly, as he removes his top, bare chested and following the waiflike sway of her hips
as she approaches the bed at the far end of the room. His yellow eyes never leave her, seeming to glint in the low light. As he reaches
the edge of the bed with her, he slips his arms around her waist from behind her, pressing his masculine body against her small frame, his
lips closing softly like a lovers over her shoulder, and sucking ever so lightly, grazing his lips there in the touch of grace. His hands
stroke up onto her arms, gripping her upper arms in a gentle touch, which belies the power that he witholds within him. His mauve locks
brush across her shoulders as he kisses in smooth smooches, a trail of love as they stand on the threshold of the bed they would soon be
in.

(-smiles- as are you
She let out a small coo like a dove, almost a purr from his soft, enticing touches. Her arms fell limp, allowing the soft silk of the
fabric to fall from her arms, leaving her bare, but not caring in the least. \"Wyvern...\" she mumbled ever so softly, his kisses could
easily drive her mad as she leanded into him arms, his smooth, rippled chest ever so warm and comfortable, she never felt as safe or
loved in any other place than his arms. She couldnt believe what had occured, A night born in lust and a need for passion, its crudeness
only matched by the lust the envoked on eachother. But it had changed dramatically, so that they refused to leave one anothers arms for
the time they were together, she was incredibly happy about her soon be be freedom, even if her love was trapped in the ties of his country
, he had made it quite clear that be wanted her, even jepordizing his clans future for her. She closed her eyes softly, marvelling in the
touch of his lips, the warmthing in his arms, and how perfect everything felt. She really couldnt get over it, she was in awe of every
part of him.

His hands travel down her arms, brushing like the warm breeze through the leaves of spring, and feeling the line of goosebumps raised
along her silky flesh. His lips press that edge more urgently against her shoulder, gliding up to her neck, and closing the wetness of
his mouth over the smooth jugular vein, sucking in deeply, and raising her blood to the surface of her pearly white skin. His hands slip
under her arms palms caressing in circles along the sweet warmth of her belly, the tops of his thumbs pressing against the even softer
underside of her bosom, in the upward strokes, teasing her by not giving her direct pleasure, but playing with her as he presses his body
against hers, leaning her slightly over the bed, as he reaches down to unbuckle his belt for the second time that night, his hand brushing
along her back as he does so, unbuttoning his trousers, and slowly drawing them down. It is so silent in the room, that he can hear her
breathing...

(aww. -huggles- )
Her eyes fell on him, Her heartrate slowly quickened as she watched him undress, her youth seeming to make an appearance as her breathing
took a slight spike, it was always pleasing to her to see him naked. She slipped out of his grasp playfully as she undid his trousers,
She grinned and allowed a soft laugh to fall from her lips as she slipped onto the bed, pulling the dark crimson down coverlet around her
body, as if shielding herself from his eyes, teasing him. Her slim, silky legs were uncovered, the grasp she had on the blanket loose,
only covering her breasts and intimacy, her smooth back was uncovered but not facing him, her eyes seeming to call to him. She said nothing
, only a sly smile and a light bite on her bottom lip, her eyes traveling over his alluring body, compelling her into want once again.

Her childlike antics, playing with him, draws the smile from his lips, his heart throbbing within his bosom, and his manhood throbbing
visibly as it is unveiled, kicking his trousers to the side, and standing fully naked there, and staring down upon her half revealed body
in relish. Licking his tongue slowly over his upper teeth, he kneels onto the bed, and makes his way over her, even knelt down, he seemed
to tower over her, casting his shadow completely over her small form. His hand glides onto her thigh, cupping the smooth warmth of it
and gripping it as he slides it up over her body, leaning down and catching her lower lip between his and suckling it, drawing it from
between her own teeth. He growls deep in his throat playfully, nibbling on her lip softly until his own mind gives in to the playfulness
and lets his desire sweep over him. His free hand slinks over her hand and prises her fingers from the cover she is holding over herself,
and slowly begins to remove the covering from her sultry body

She moaned ever so softly into his lips, her eyes fluttering closed under his touch, she was completely his toy, and how could she not be,
if someone had come through that door, she was so hidden by his large form she wouldnt even been seen. But she loved his sheer size,
feeling protected and loved. A soft giggle came from her small mouth as he removed her covering, small goosebumps forming on her flesh as
to cool air met it, along with an anticipation of her lover. She pulled lightly out of his playfull nibble only to extend her little
tongue over his bottom lip, knowing he would look for more as she ran the small wetness over his cheek, smirking as she pulled back. Her
hands fell to his abdomen, loving the feel of his strong muscles under her fingertips, feeling them bunch slightly under her delicate hands
, almost seeming ironic that someone as strong as himself would fall prey to such a small girl, the thought making her giggle again.

He needed her badly... and it was noticeable, but he wanted to give her all the pleasure he possibly could, remembering what they had done
in public... now in the privacy of a bedroom, he wanted to make her squirm, scream, and beg ... and chuckling, his eyes locked in hers, he
slips downwards very slightly, pressing his mouth against her neck once more and sucking in deeply, his breath hot on her throat, cascading
down over her dimpled chest. His teeth rake along the base of her throat, drawing red lines along her milky skin, and tasting the sweet
honey that she emanates so naturally from her body. His tongue glides along her body, downwards, between her bosom, flirting with the
sensitive area there, taking it slowly, and deliberately, wanting to raise her need to its fullest before satisfying the deep desire they
both sensed within them. His hands glided downwards to her inner thighs, spreading her legs so that she is bared to him, kneeling in
between her legs without making contact with her heat, his knees under hers as he caresses the smooth skin on the interior of her thighs
tantalizingly

And indeed, with him she did moan, her small mouth opening to the ceiling as her back arched to his touch, so smooth, expertly placing his
hands exactly where she wanted them to go at ever moment, never missing a beat. Her fingers dug deeply into his shoulders, her gasping
breaths more needy and obvious as he spread her legs, she knew his length was right there, but driving her mad and keeping himself from
her. She looked into his deep amber pools, hunger could be seen in his eyes. Her own body radiaded this hunger, but she was practically
limp in his arms, subduded to whatever it was he pleased, And being the gentleman he was, always made it ever so perfect for her. She
grasped his lips in hers, pressing her tongue over his lips, her eyes still watching his, watching eachothers need.

Her lips closed hungrily over his, and he wraps her in that sweet, deep embrace he loves to give her, massaging her tongue with his own
between their open mouthes, the heat of their breaths rising by the second as they devoured one another. His hands continue to tease her
inner thighs, before both drift up over the smooth paleness of her stomach, flirting his fingertips over the softness of her belly,
wanting to feel it pressed against his... but stalling the moment as both hands rise and grip over her tender bosom, sinking his fingers
into the sweetness of her womans chest, and rasping his callused palms over her pink nipples, as he begins to mold them in a circular
movement. At the same time, he presses the length of his manhood against her intimacy, gliding it up along the slit without entering her,
teasing her, torturing her desire, thrusting his hips up against her, in emulation of what they would later do,

She Growled in hunger at his tease, a moan catching in her throat, hating and loving ever moment of his teasing. She begged slightly with
her eyes, a gasp comming from her lips as he mused against every part of her. His large hands warmed her breasts, sending slight shockwaves
to every part of her, even her fingertips. She dug them into his shoulders, crying out in lust and fufillment... She wanted him, ever so
much. Lacing her silky legs around his back, she pressed her womanhood into him, trying to find a way to soothe her desire, her head
lolled slightly from side to side... she was dying of pleasure..

The teasing was so stimulating to the both of them, and he gasped, unable to contain the sweet delight that flooded through his veins and
coarsed through his system at a ludicrous pace. He stared down into her eyes, watching her begging, pleading with him silently, her pink
outh open in the ecstasy he was giving her. His member was slowly wetting as it rubbed against her intimacy, her juices so plentiful it
was incredible. He begins to move his hips harder against her, his manhood pressured so much against her sweetness, he could feel the tip
of his shaft playing with her swollen clitoris through her soft pink folds. He grunts slightly, letting the play continue, his mind
exploding, screaming for him to thrust himself into her, but he tortures himself, tortures the two of them in their need, keeping it going
a little longer as he is pinned against her with her lovely limbs. Leaning down, he crushes both her lovely breasts together, letting his
wet tongue slide over both nipples at the same time and then his mouth close over them, sucking them in deeply, and nibbling on both
erect nubs at the same time, loving to give her pleasure like this.

She screamed out, it was all she could do as she was submitted to this perfect touch, how he caressed her so wonderfully was beyond her
comprehension as she pulled his body close, his hard tip rubbing against her swollen clit, needing to feel his caress, he rubbed
vigorously against her, she soon could not take much more as he moved so quickly, making her come early from her tiredness and his
powerful movements. She lay limply in his grasp, only to rise her eyes to his, looking as though completely affectionate. \"I... Love you,
Wyvern\" she said, her hand rising to his cheek in a tired motion.

He slows down, his hardness still spreading her folds and pressing against her clitoris, he had felt her entire body spasming and
shuddering beneath his as he had worked her up to a swift orgasm. He smiles softly, half surprised that she had released so early,
closing his eyes gently as she strokes his cheek with her hand, she did look tired indeed and he was unsure as to whether he should
continue, or allow the both of them to rest. Then, her words hit him, driving the shards of truth into his heart... they had only met
on this day... and already she was professing her love to him... but somewhere deep down in his heart, he knew it to be true... and as
he responded, he held no qualms whatsoever at what he said, \"I love you too... Shiobi...\" he whispers in his husky voice, their naked
bodies, laying intertwined together, her juices having drenched the both of them in the pleasure that had mounted beyond control.

She Knew her claims to be somewhat childish, but she knew it to be true, even with her lack of experince in the field of love, she could
stilll tell that her heart wasnt lying. It wasnt the lustful clenching in her loins, nor the laughing infactuation she had sometimes
envoked. No, it was something much more, a burning love in the depths of her soul, the feeling that if he left her there she would die
without him. A smile fell to her lips as she lowered her hand, seeming to almost fall asleep still twined together with his body, the
perfect warmth he held, the way thier bodies fit together, she felt they were meant to be together. Blinking her eyes a few times, she
pulled her tired body up to kiss him lihgtly on the cheek, then falling back to the heated sheets, closing her eyes.

He smiled down upon her, seeing that she was far too tired to continue in any form, and he accepted it readily. Although he had not
released, it was not his primary concern, her pleasure had come foremost in his mind, and he was content in the knowledge that he had
given it to her. Pressing his lips to her cheek, he let her fall asleep beneath him, letting his weight rest upon her so that she would
know that he was there, to protect her, his hands caressing along her thighs still clasped around her waist and hooked at the ankles. He
hummed to her softly, whispering his song tenderly to her as she fell into the land of dreams. When he was sure that she was asleep, he
rolled off of her sleeping form, and wrapped his arms around her, drawing the blanket over them as he knew that the night would eventually
succumb the dying embers into nothingness, keeping her warm with his body, kissing her forehead softly as the two of them allow slumber
to overwhelm their weary forms, and take them into the land of dreams.

Her sleeping form fell comfortably into his, the soft song continuing to echo through her mind as she slept, she seemingly had a smile
plastered on her lips as she dreamed of his home... her new home. Snuggled tightly into his arms, she Adored the feeling she got in hia
grasp, It was comfortable, warm, safe... everything she could never have, but now was readily given to her.. she lapped it up like a
parched animal. She Slept late into the afternoon, only waking when her body felt as though it was ready to rise after such a long night.
Her eyes opened slowly to the light pouring into the shrouded window, She could feel his arms still warpped around her protectively. She
flipped over slowly to face him, humming his soft tune into his ear.

He continued to sleep, in the fastness of her bed, the blanket half wrapped over his naked body with her. He stirred as she hummed the
song into his ear, a smile spreading over his features as he recognized her voice in the place between sleep and waking. His strong arms
seemed to bunch as they gathered her small frame closer to him, and rolling over onto his back with her spreadraggled on top of him, he
awoke, his smile beaming up to her in the early afternoon light. \"Good morning Princess...\" he greets her softly, pecking her velvety lips
with the taste of morning upon them. \"How long have we slept?\" He stretches, releasing her from his grasp for a second, letting her lean
upon him whilst they both awake, before letting his hands settle just above the curve of her naked buttocks, smiling to her in the
happiness of being reunited once more.

She grinned, laying atop his strong body, her arms across his chest, supporting her head as she looked at him with smiling features and a
bright moringbird voice she held. \"Not long enough... i could stay laying with you for the rest of my life.\" She said perkily, pulling
herself up slightly to press a kiss to his lips, her legs hanging over his sides. She pulled back, looking over his body slightly, she
noticed the small marks all over his body, her long fingernail scraches over his chest, halfmoon indentations on his shoulders. She frowned
a bit, touching her hands over the marks. \"Sorry love... did I hurt you?\" She asked, bitting her lower lip, she had never had sex with
anyone that made her inflict damage onto them... but then again, everyone wasnt Wyvern.

He chuckles once more, a mischevious glint twinkling in his amber eyes. His hand raises and gives her a playful smack on one of her tender,
round, buttocks. \"That was for the damage you have done on my body,\" He explains with a wink, and then kisses the corner of her mouth
tenderly, and continuing \"No darling, do not worry...what you did to me last night, with your hands and nails heightened the moment we
shared together and provided even more stimulation for me... He laughs and rolls his upper body slightly so that she can see over his
shoulder, \"You haven\'t seen what my back looks like yet. He grins to her, and shows her the angry red lines that had drawn blood from the
deep scratching she had caused last night on his skin. He sees her expression and smiles encouragingly, \"It matters not my darling... i
really enjoyed it in actual fact\" he admits truthfully, his hands caressing up along that sweet curve of her back, and then back down
over the humps of her bum, loving to feel her legs around him like this.

She looked to his eyes, pressing soft, gentle kisses over the markings on his shoulders and chest, as if apologising for the marks, But
glad to know that he enjoyed her as much as she enjoyed him. Her loins felt a bit raw, but was worth the slight pain, He was enjoyable
beyond description, her own body seeming to warm slightly at the thought. \"So.. Do we leave today? or do you still have buisness to attend
to?\" She asked, looking into his eyes, tracing soft circles onto his perfectly toned chest.

He raised an eyebrow to her as he is reminded of his initial duty here, and he sighs nodding. \"Yes, I must confront my former Mistress on
two issues... my freedom... and then, i must purchase yours. Do not worry for the price as i am drawing it directly from the factions
treasury.\" His fingers drift up through her pink hair, stroking the back of her head thoughtfully for a few seconds as he watches her,
those sultry lips sending quiverings through his body. \"Realistically, we will be able to depart tonight after settling the score with her.
..\" He nods sagely, feeling his loins beginning to twist and heat slightly as he watched her kissing his chest, but he spurns the desire,
swallowing it down deep, and controlling himself. He did not want to appear as if he desired her all the time, and that was all he was
interested in.

She stopped, watching him seem to cringe with lust as she touched him, and not really wanting to bring on anything too unretractible, she
sat up on his abdomen, Watching his soft features, She loved to be able to look down on him, watching him relish in her touch. Yes, this
would definately be something she would take advantage in, she thought with a grin spreading to her Ruby lips. \"I thank you for my Freedom,
Wyvern\" She said, giving a lightly bow of her head, showing respect to anyone willing to take her away from this place, it was the proper
thing to do. She thought about the customs of her new home, and what it might be like, having to see Wyvern during the days and unable to
give into every little tinge of lust she had. But as he had said, it would only highten the adure for when she would get to be with him.
Rising slowly from his form, she stood, walking off the bed and picking up the black, oriental silk robe and wrapping it around herself.
\"are you hungry love?\" She asked softly, her own stomach grumbling after thier spurred night.

Rolling over onto his stomach, and swinging his legs in the air as he leant on one elbow, he watched her feminine body swaying so
attractively from side to side at the waist and hipline. \"I am hungry for you\" He jokes with a wicked smile and then more seriously,
\"sure... last night was enough to make anyone hungry... what is there to eat?\" He asks softly, those yellow eyes never leaving her as she
moved around so elegantly, happy to just lay there and watch her for the moment. He had not had the chance to see her from afar since she
beckoned to him last night as she lay spread on the table...and he liked what he saw.


She lightly, turning to watch his slightly covered body, so perfectly formed and imposing she could almost moan just looking at him.
\"Anything you want really... these rooms are meant for guests... im sure I could condure something up...\" she said with a grin and a wink,
opening the door slowly to step out. \"Ill be back in a moment\" She spoke softly, blowing him a kiss and stepping out the door. She headed
down the stairs, almost skipping, his romantic tune still playing in her mind, humming on her lips. She stopped by the kitchen, seeing the
small fench man slaving over crepes and fruit, she didnt want to further prolong his work, so she asked for what he was cooking, along
with the little extras. He nodded his reply, always liking little Shiobi, as most of the workers thier did.
She made her way up the stairs to wait for them to bring it up the stairs, she was stopped by a rather large, dirty man, his bearded face
and hungry eyes only making her retort in disgust, his evil grin and body not letting her get far. \"Hmmm... I saw you last night, pinkie...
how about doing that little dance for me..?\" He asked in a gruff voice, seemingly marred with alchohol and lust. She stepped back, but
was blocked by the wall, all her exits. \"Please sir... let me pass, im off.\" She asked, not wanting to anger him, she could easily be
hurt by someone so large. He only laughed more, opening her robe and revealing her small breasts, his hands touching her all over. \"Let
me go!\" She screamed, trying to puch him away, but only getting a swift slap in the face, making her gasp. She pushed against him, but
it only seemed to entice him more, she screamed loudly, but most people were still asleep.

(Perfect timing? Fate brought us together, XD)
As he waited strewn on the bed in his room, he decided that it may be decent of him to get dressed before she returned. He glances around
as he remembered that they were in fact in a brothel, and that they must surely have robes for the customers in the morning. He took down
the blue gown that hung on the golden peg behind the door, glancing at the fire, where the white ashes lay serene and in death from where
they had burnt to a cinder. It was at this moment when he heard a high pitched scream... there was no mistaking that voice... for although
he had only known it for less than a day, the sound of it was engraved in his heart for eternity. A frown knits across his brow and he
reaches to his weapon belt, drawing the singing blue toledo steel from its sheeth, the blade whispering in its razor sharp royalty, and
opens the door to the chamber they had been sleeping in that night. He walks out authoratively into the corridor following the direction
of the scream, walking down the flight of steps, and rounding the corner, he encounters a grotesque excuse of a man, bloated beyond his
years from unhealthy food and lack of work, smothering his girl in his toad like grip. Without a hesitation, he hops down a couple of
stairs and sweeps the point of the blade up and places it to the sweaty goblet of skin swinging from the man\'s neck. He speaks in a
measured voice, soft, but dangerous, and menacing beyond all understanding to his calm attitude. \"Kindly step away sir...\" He instructs,

Shiobi shivered beneath the mans grip, feeling his grasp loosen slightly as the silverly blue blade connected with his sweaty neck.
\"Whats it to you? You had your fun, give a man a break\" He said rather slurred, releasing her for the moment, Shiobi slipped quickly out
from around him, stepping behind Wyvern, her hands on his shoulders and she peeked out from around the side of his arm, her heart pounding
like a small, caged animal. \"Wyvern... I dont want any blood on your hands.\" She wispered into his ear, trying to coax him out of not
killing the man, though she would relish in seeing him die. Her body shuddered from behind him, her robe open from his graspings, she hid
herself from vison from behind him.

He regards the man evenly, without ever letting his expression waver. Far different from the amber softness or the fiery light of his lust
she was used to, this expression was stony and stoic, frosty and piercing, as if he were staring straight through the man rather than at
him. But his eyes never left the beady, piggy eyes of his adversary, watching for any hint of a reaction from him. The razor point pricks
a spot of scarlet blood from the unshaven jowls of the fellow who stood a couple of steps down from them, as Wyvern continues in his calm,
strong rumble. \"I am purchasing this girl... from the gold of my private coffers... so I might answer that it is quite a lot to me as she
now is part of me...\" Staring him down for a few seconds longer, not seeming to have heard the girl who trembled, clinging to him from
behind, he removed the blade from his chin, shaving a few hair strands from his unkempt beard. \"He\'s not worth it...\" Wyvern replies
finally to Shiobi\'s plea, turning his back on the portly individual, wrapping Shiobi\'s robes around her uncovered body, and leading her
back up the stairs.

Shiobi smiled slightly at his comments, leaning into his arms as they walked, shining with a sort of prided love in her man. \"Thank you
Wyvern\" She said ever so softly, pecking a light kiss to his cheek with a childish smile before she reached to open the door, It seemed
that Her favorite little french cook had slipped up the ajacent stairs, leaving bowls of sweet, ripe fruit and wipped creams, thin crepes
piled on a plate. She grinned, her own stomach growling with even looking at it. \"hmm... Thank you Perrie\" She said softly, trotting around
the bed, feeling him release her from his grasp. \"Come get something to eat, im sure your even hugrier than myself\" She said with a grin,
her lips falling over a bright red Strawberry, bitting into it, a thin line of juice falling over her lip.

His expression has now returned to that normal, almost mischevious gaze, and as they step back into the privacy of their temporary room,
he walks to the plain, yet beautifully sculptured leather scabbarb and sheathes his weapon, the blade whispering as it slices cleanly
through the air within. Replacing the arm back down on his chair, he looks back to Shiobi, and feels the heat rising in his gorge as he
watches the trail of juice trickle down from her lip onto her chin. The cliche of the girl with the strawberry was indeed erotic, and he
chewed on his inner cheek as he walked towards her, trying not to stare too much as he plucked a grape from the plate of food and popped
it into his mouth, crunching his teeth through the thin layer of skin and into the juicy molten sweetness beneath, lowering his eyes to
see what else \"Perrie\" has brought on the platters. \"How did he slip up past us?\" He asks confusedly... \"Wouldn\'t we have noticed him pass
by?\"

She grinned, wipping the strawberry juice from her lip, swallowing to answer his question. \"Did you not see the other set of stairs leading
from the kitchen? easy excess to all the rooms, makes things more effficient\" She said with a smile, popping the rest of the strawberry
back in her mouth, stepping back to take a small amount of wipped cream on her finger, licking it off, feeling the cool sweetness of the
cream couteract with the bitter strawberry. She grinned, touching a small amount of creme to the top of his nose, she giggled, stepping on
the tips of her toes as she licked it off rather playfully. a giggle comming from her throat.

He raises his eyebrows in surprise at the girlishness of her antics, but grins, enjoying it immensely, feeling the pad of her soft wet
tongue on his nose. He leans into her, growling deep in his throat animalistically and rumbling to her, \"you really are going to get what\'s
coming to you in a minute young lady.\" He warns her, taking a scoopful of cream from the bowl, and then smearing it across her cheek on
the sly, laughing and licking his fingers clean for the sugary substance. Reaching down he takes a strawberry, twirls the end round in
the cream on her cheek and then profers it to her lips, stroking those velvety petals with the tip of the strawberry, \"Now say Ah\" he
instructs with that mischevious grin painted over his entire face

She grinned, shaking her head playfully, then opening her mouth in the same playfull motion that she offered to his length, only parted
enough to let a gasp passed if she wished it, her small tounge comming from the parted lips, licking the creme slightly before she spoke a
light \"ah\", biting into the creme and strawberry, licking her ruby lips lightly as she looks up to him with sultry eyes. Her own hand
reched down to grab a sliver of peach, running the smoothness of the skin over his lips, tickling lightly before offering it to his mouth,
she took off the creme from her cheek, taking it into her mouth in a seductive motion, how she loved playing with him.

His lust was obvious as he bit on his lower lip, his breathing rising again... he knew that she was playing with him, and he could feel
his loins stirring again in desire as he watched those innocent pink iris\' above the mischevious playing of her tongue over her the
strawberry and then the cream. It was almost too much for him to bear and he shifts his position standing up uncomfortably to accomodate
the resurgeance of his manhood beneath his robes and to hide it from visibility should it protrude against the blue of his gown. He shakes
his head to her with a grin, \"You really are naughty you know that...Im going to have to punish you one of these days\" He jokes as he slides
his lips around the peach slice that she was drifting over his lips, but in doing so, closed his lips around the ends of her fingers and
begins to suck the sweet peach juice from them, running his tongue seductively over them within his mouth and letting the soft flesh of the
peach press against her fingertips as well, his eyes raising innocently to her.

She really couldnt get over the power she had over him, how perfectly he fell into her little coos of lust, she knew she would have to try
and make herself... less allurning when she made it to his home, how wanting to get him into trouble because of her need for his perfect
body. Her body glisened slightly with renewed lust, as intangible as the first time she had seen him strut over to the table, she could
barely believe that it was only the night before. She grinned as he spoke. \"Punish me? well... when you purchase me, im yours to do what
you like with...\" she trailed off on that point, letting her fingers linger in his soft lips, his wet muscle touching softly off her
fingertips, she giggled slightly and pulled them away, taking the last of the strawberry into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully on the
bitter fruit, a sort of smirk still plastered on her lips as she watched him.

They were observing each other both with the same thoughts running through their minds. He noted that she had a power over him that no
other being could say they had, and it was in his masculine nature to want to overrule that and claim that he solely, held the reigns
of power between them, although they both knew that she held the vital ones. He raises an eyebrow questioningly, as if defying her to
\'do her worst\' so to speak. \"Indeed...when I purchase you... I can do...Anything... i want with you...\" he threatens bluffing, putting
deliberate emphasis on the \"Anything\". He pops a couple of grapes into his mouth once again and moves his body closer to hers, his fingers
gliding along her waistline gripping slightly just to remind her of his strength and how easily he could have his way with her had he
been a cruel man, but instead, caressing her smooth hips beneath the silken garment she was wearing, his topaz eyes never leaving hers
in their game of a challenge.

((Goodbye love, see you tomorrow... ^-^))
She nodded again, a smile still on her lips as she ran her tonge lightly over her top teeth. \"Indeed.... Anything you desire... id be yours
to control....\" She said with a grin, knowing she held the control over his lust, and slowly along with his love. She slowly parted the
blue robe, kissing slightly down his chest, Her hands fumbling over his knot in the robe, parting it to reveal his already erect self,
she had felt it through the clothing and thought she might... relieve him of it. Her hands grasped around the base of his length as she
knelt before him, her small tongue playing with his sensitive tip, she ran her free hand through the small pallet of creme on her side,
spreading some over his tip, then licking it off ever so slowly, making him twitch and throb beneath her lithe tongue.

His amber eyes never left her as she began to place her soft lips along his muscular chest tracing the areas she knew so well now even
though they had only met the previous night. The smooth rustle of his blue robe caught in his ears as she parted the folds, unknotting
the satin sash and exposing him. He was slightly embarassed at her having been able to arouse him so readily, and he hoped that she did
not think that was all he thought of her... but at the gentle teasing she began to gift him with, gliding her tongue over the sensitive
tip of his shaft, spreading the sugary cream over him, he could not suppress the light groan from slipping past his lips. He seems to be
mesmerised, watching her, sunk to her knees in an almost submissive gesture, giving him such beautiful pleasure that the electrical
pulsions rocket to his mind filling him with overwhelming bliss. His hand caresses her cheek as she wraps her warm lips around the very
end of his throbbing member, letting her tongue stroke smoothly along it. \"You don\'t... have to...\" He murmurs to her, although the
pleasure is written all over his face at the sheer weight of the pleasure she is giving him when she does this.

She licked her lips lightly, looking up to his pleasure filled visage, she gave him a gentle smile. \"Well I caused it, so i have to relive
you of it... Besides, I want to\" She said with a grin, continuing her stroking of his shaft, her tongue expertly running over his length,
rolling the wet, hot muscle over his tip numerous times, her and running up and down his length, surging him closer to release. She
couldnt leave him in such a painful posistion, and it had been her doing, not that she didnt adore the looks and groans she got from deep
in his throat, his barritone voice echoing in her mind as she enclosed him fully with her mouth, moving harded against his erection,
making quick relief of his stamina. Her heart seemed to surge with a sort of pride, no one ever told her that \"she didnt have to\" Only
hearing the words \"do this\" over and over again, but such was the life of basic submissives.
Shiobi continued her torrent against his length, caressing his loins in her hands, she looked up to him, giving a moment to allow him to
collect himself as her tongue tormented his tip.


His eyes wince as he clasps his lower lip between his teeth, licking his lips as he does so, and lifting his head back in the heavenly
paradise she is sending him into. He could sense her heated mouth, milking him expertly, drawing upon him deeply as her padded tongue
rolls over and around the tip, stimulating him to his fullest. She knew exactly where to push his buttons, and he groaned again, his
yellow flecked eyes flying open as he stared down upon her. \"Shiobi...\" Her name whistles through his teeth as he clenches them, trying
desperately to control against the gathering tide within him. Her small hand encompassed around his thickness was working on him more
rapidly by the second, and with her other hand juggling his orbs, the moment was torturous in its blissful pleasure. He watched her, as
those pink eyes flicked up innocently to him. The sight of her, with his manhood thrust into her mouth, with that innocent, almost naive
expression was almost too much to bear and he lurched forward to prevent himself from releasing so soon, gasping as he does so since his
hardness sinks deeper into her mouth without his meaning to.

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She felt him lurch slightly into her throat, she shook of the gag reflect as he tapped it, pushing him out of her small mouth slightly,
his length much to big for her tiny mouth, but she managed quite well, hearing her voice seethe through his teeth, almost unable to
maintain himself, but being a basic man and trying desperately to get control over his sensations. Her eyes flickered evilly at his
attempt at control, Every time she heard him breath even the slightest she wrapped her mouth tightly over him, her hand moving faster
along his base. She could feel the throbbing intensify even more, she knew he was nearing, and not to soon at all, as her jaw ached
slightly from his Girth. She continued her ministrations, milking him harder, her hand and mouth moving quickly along him, her eyes still
holding that angelic devils gaze.

(Smiles, it seems that indeed, fate has drawn us together?)
His vision began to star before his eyes as he felt his climax being coaxed from him at an insufferable pace. He gasps, groaning louder,
stalling and then louder once more, the strain clearly heard deep in his throat as it seethes out. He watched her, a hint of a grin on her
face as she plummeted him over the edge of the precipice. His member throbbing within the small space of her mouth, now gripping him
tightly within her as she jerked him off, he began to ejaculate, sending his juices shooting off into the back of her throat, in several
jolting blasts. He kept cumming, releasing the entire nights recuperation into her mouth, and flooding her tiny mouth with the thick,
creamy liquids, so much, that the juices begin to seep from the edges of her mouth, dribbling down her chin in a manner that Wyvern had to
admit, was deeply fulfilling and arousing. His cheeks flushed a deep red, his mighty chest heaving, he gasps for breath, unable to speak
at the moment of release, seeing her, and only her in his line of vision as he climaxes.

(It seems to be so... my my, the fates do seem to be preferring us? ^-^)
She pulled back from his length, swallowing the thick fluid, its mesmurizing texture and flavor making her sit for a moment on the floor,
she wipped her chin lightly of its remaints, gliding her finger into her mouth, licking her lips as well, she noticed it fell onto her
robe slightly, She grinned up at him. \"Look what youve done... But then again, it seems to be all my fault.\" She continued her playful
smile as she removed the robe, stepping to the small armoire and pulling out a pale blue dress, slipping it over her slight shoulders.
\"Did I wear you out?\" She asked slyly, looking back to him as he stood rather firmly in place, his chest slowing its heaving gasps, his
eyes plastered on her, making her blush slightly.

His breathing begins to regulate gradually, and he licks his lips, blinking several times, as he slips his robes around his still throbbing manhood... just the sight of her swallowing down his fluids and the nonchalant manner she had finished him off had been arousing in itself, and although he had just released, he was still thick and rigid from the events that had just occured. He removed his blue robe and reached for his clothing, beginning to pull on his trousers as he replied to her. \"If there is indeed a paradise awaiting us after the supposed torture this life is supposed to bring... i think I would prefer to become immortal with you and experience pleasure like that for eternity...\" He husks with a chuckle, still recovering from the shock of the memory of that sweet, special pleasure she had given him. \"After i speak with your Mistress and free you... you really are going to punished for being such a naughty girl.\" He winks as he slips his white shirt over his head, tucking in the tails so that he appears neatly clad, walking towards her and kissing her deeply, tasting himself on her mouth, a stange phenomenom, but it was the honey of her lips that overruled any other aroma, and that was what he loved so about her.

She fell into his soft kiss after draping a small silver locket around her neck, it was he only posession she really had, and wasnt about to leave here without it. She blushed slightly at his words, such compliments.. she wasnt used to this at all, but could easily grow accustomed to it. Moaning softly into his perfect lips, she parted for a moment, a smirk on her lips. \"Punishment from you will be more like a pleasure.\" She said with a flicker in her pink iris\'s, returning his kiss softly, her tongue gliding over his lips softly. She thought of his words, she had always heard of immortals, but the thought of becomming one to be with a lover forever seemed rather romantic and erotic to a point. Her hands laced themselves around his neck, playing lightly with the hair on the nape of his neck, then drifting softly over his strong chest, she loved the feel of his torso beneath her fingertips, eyelids drooping slightly as she watched his eyes.

(I must depart again for a couple of hours, but i will be back afterwards my darling.)
His eyes danced within hers, the yellow and pink seeming to meld together in perfect harmony as their lips played with one anothers. His tongue flickered out as he lowered his head, letting the muscle glide wetly along her chin and back over her lower lip, before clasping his lips around hers fleetingly, kissing and then drawing back teasingly. He hunched his shoulders slightly to allow her to step up onto his toes and reach him. Grinning a the difference in their heights, he pulled her body against his, his powerful arms draped around her waist and caressing the smooth curve of her back, hovering just above the sultry roundness of her rear end. His amber expression was thoughtful again and he voiced his pensieves to her as he stole a look out of the window to check the position of the sun. \"Do we have enough time?\" He chuckles, hinting mischeviously as his hands glide down over her buttocks, cupping them and caressing them smoothly.

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Her eyes flickered slightly, wanting to be with him, but also knowing Her mistress would charge a high price for her last night, and not wanting to drain him of everything he owned, she didnt belong to him quite yet. \"We best not, my love, The mistress will be less than pleased with my purchase, I did tend to... bring in alot of money, but i am for sale none the less.\" She said, stroking his cheek tenderly, knowing he would be slightly dissapointed. \"remember, once i am free you will be able to do what you want.... much better than being couped in this place\" She said, licking her lips slightly as she spoke with a grin, trying not to let him down to much.

(Back for a couple of minutes, now i have to disappear for the second hour. Sniffles)
He grins to her, not seeming in the least perturbed by her refusal as what she said was ultimately true. His fingers clench around her round rump, and he winks one of his yellow eyes at her. \"There will be plenty time for our obscenities later, isnt that correct?\" He chuckles jovially, licking the tip of her nose in that mischevious almost boyish manner of his, despite his being her elder by a decade. \"I must now go to your Mistress, and settle the scores of that very period of time... and when i return... you shall be a free girl... free... that is... unless it is I who ask you to do something.\" He reminds her, but is only playing around. He pecks her gorgeous lips one last time, before releasing her, and straigtening his musketeer like collar. \"How do I look? Suitable for a fugitive who is about to buy his freedom?\" a twinkle to be seen in his expression. Then, turning on his heel, and strapping his weapon to his waist, he opens the door to exit. But he stops, as if reflecting for a few moments. Reaching to his boot, he pulls out a sheathed knife, and tosses the item to the sweet girl who looks almost younger than her 17 years, and tells her. \"If that fat slob of a man comes in looking for you... you\'ll have protection.\" He beams to her, and blows a kiss, before exiting into the corridor and making his way to his former Mistress\' apartments.

She grined at his playful demeanor, watching him exit the room rather quickly, she touched the light blue glisten of the blade, holding tightly to the handle, but knowing that cowardly man would not be back looking for a romp with a practically sold slave girl, not to mention one so easily and quickly protected by someone much stronger than himself, She grinned as the look on the mans toadlike face passed in her mind as Wyverns cold blade pressed against his neck, making him bleed ever so slightly, Watching him tremble in the presence of her powerful man. She giggled ever so slightly, scarfing down a few crepes as she was obviously hungry again from her little spree with him, she finished quickly, thinking it best for her to clean up a bit, she must have looked afright.
Shiobi walked to the bathroom, filling the tub ever so slowly from a wooden tunnel that extended from the wall, she pulled the cord, watching hot water fall into the large white basin, she pulled again when it was full. Undressing slowly, she slipped into the hot waters, sighing lightly, her body a bit bruised from her night, but it was the least of her troubles. She washed, waiting patiently for his return.

(Back!!!)
The meeting with his old Mistress lasted well over two hours. When he had entered her lavish apartments, adorned with veils of silk, and gold ingots as far as the eye could see, she had greeted him as if it were a daily task, as if he had never left. A melancholy had flooded into the atmosphere as they had discussed his leaving, and the politics on how her business had been since his departure. She had aged, and wrinkles aligned her brow and the corners of her once beautiful eyes; silvery strands were streaked through her hair, and Wyvern felt a twinge of guilt for having left her to deal with the overruling Master alone, without his aid... but it had been something he had had to do, for his people, for his country, and he explained this to her. She demanded why he had returned in this case as he was still allegedly, a slave. In answer, he had paid his dues, and without arguing, she accepted the stash of money that he proferred to her... the purchase of Shiobi however was a more delicate matter, and the two of them bartered with all the skill they had attained as sales people over the years... Shiobi was indeed prolific at her so called \'job\' and it was obvious that she brought in a lot of money... but in the end the deal was settled, and Wyvern managed to negotiate her freedom... with that, he bid his former Mistress farewell... the lady seemed to have lost all will to fight, all will to live... something had happened over time... and her eyes were dead and neutrally uncaring as he departed from her presence.

Shiobi rested in the warm waters for quite some time, heer toes and fingers wrinking lightly, she decided that it would be best to get out at some point. By the time he finished with his former mistress, Shobi had dressed herself in the pale blue silk of a fine dress along with the locket she held so dear, it had been found on her when she was born to the clutches of a brothel, unwanted and uncared for, the pictures that were once inside had faded away into nothingness, much like her non existant memories from her childhood.
Shiobi sighed, he ad only been gone a short while and already she mised his wamr touch, his sod\\ft caress on her skin.

Eventually, he meandered into the room once again, a tired, worn out look spread on his face. But as he leant on the teak door, his hands behind him as he looked to her, so gorgeous to behold in the simple yet elegant azure dress, the slight smirk of triumph was on his lips. In a gentle and simplistic manner, he states. \"You are free...\" Saying it in the only way it really could be said... such a thing could not be hyped up over the top, it could not be flowery or flamboyant... it was simple... and that was where the beauty derived from. She was free... he was free... and they shared the freedom of their love together for the first time in each others presence. Pushing off from the door, he makes his way towards the pink headed girl, her silver trinket at her bared, ivory throat, and places his lips on hers, gathering her small frame into his arms, and nearly lifting her from the ground in the sheer happiness that wafted over the both of them. Although only a brace of hours had separated the two lovers, it had seemed like an eternity... and at the taste of the honey on her lips, the beams of the dying sun playing across her cheeks in red and gold, they kissed, for the first time, as free persons.

(I have retured my sweet, after a rather tedious night... O.o
Glad to be back to my comfort ^-^)
Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as she barely stood on the tips of her toes, his head beant down to her as his strong arms lifted her slightly from the ground. The words he spoke seemed almost of a forien tongue, freedom was something she knew nothing of, and to be tied to the bonds of a slave to his heart was something she could easily bare. Parting slightly she licked her lips, eyes raising to his as she blinked at his slightly tired expression, he seemed exausted, over exerted from the meeting with his and her now former mistress, She grinned a bit, a seemingly secret bond that they shared could never be broken, even with the emminent marriage that he hand to bare.
\"Well... when do we leave for our new home? Or do you wish to punish me first for being so naughty.\" She said with a playful grin, her fingertips trailing over his cheeks slightly as her other hand raised over his upper chest. She really couldnt help herself, he was so handsome, even with his tired grin.

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He eyed her rougishly, seeming to search her expression with that impish look about him. \"Well, seeing as you have been rather indisposed for the day, i thought that you may have discovered a way to rejuvenate my high spirits of earlier today...\" He grins, appearing to be more awake now at her playful nature. Her little hands were awe inspiring as they coaxed his masculine nature from his heart, his being exulting in the dominance he held over this lovely girl physically. Her mere touch was sending his heart racing faster and faster, his lips dipping and closing over hers teasingly, tugging on her lower one and then releasing it. \"If i were to punish you...\" he continues in his husky, foreign lilt, \"Your backside would be redder than your cheeks currently are when I am finished with you...\" he threatens with a tilt upwards of his eyebrow, his arms holding her firmly against him, her gorgeous body seeming to melt into his so perfectly, they were made for each other physically, and deep inside, he knew that mentally, they were as well, they shared the same humour, the same desires, the same train of thought... the same love

She raised her eyebrows slightly with a gentle drop of her jaw. \"my my.. arent we confident? Who says i wouldnt send you over the edge moaning like a tomacat after just a few touches?\" She said in a sultry tone, her hands trailing over his manhood lightly outside his clothing, Her experted touches falling exactly in places that would push his buttons. \"Hmm?\" She murmured lightly, her little teeth brushing over his collarbone lightly.

He chuckles and begins to back her small body towards the table that their very late breakfast had been laid on that early afternoon. With his larger body shepherding her towards the table, he could feel her fingers teasing him lightly against his crotch, and his breathing deepened at the slightness of her touch, the adequacy of her skill. \"Watch it my little filly...\" he warns her fondly, stroking her hair back over her neat little ears, \"I may not have been talking about my hips causing your gorgeous rump to turn crimson... i may have been referring to this...\" he profers his hand before her face, before stooping, and catching her under her legs, lifting her quickly, and light as a feather onto the edge of the table, conjuring up memories of their first encounter last night. His hands stroke along her thighs, rustling against her blue dress as he teases her lips every so often in the foreground to what was to come. \"There is plenty of time to leave tonight... the carriage and the drivers can wait... they will surely understand.\" He winks cockily

She nodded lightly, her bum sitting upong the tbel, bringing memories to her mind as well, she blushed again, hearing him tease her to outwardly, his sexual fondness seeming to increase adaquately from her purchase. \"You? Spank little me? you would not think of being so cruel.\" She said with a sly smirk, pulling his hands around her back with her own before filling her hands with his mauve locks, pressing a firm, seductive kiss to his lips. he pulled back slightly before he had a chance to return it, she couldnt help her slight teasing as he had been so dedicatedly outward with is own, she loved every moment of him asking for thier union like this. \"The drivers i think will only wait so long... no matter, i can easily wear you uot\" She said, making it a challage to have her climax first wanting this to be thier ultimate union, as they may not be able to for some time when he returns.

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Her intent was in her eyes, as she pulled away prematurely from their kiss, and he growled seductively, his hands placed by her along the lower regions of her back. He pulled her body close to his, her small but delightful bosom pressing up against his solar plexus. She could feel his heart racing now, and had she not realized before, she would now, his need for her had risen drastically over the last half minute or so... he couldnt explain it... and he was partly angry with himself for he liked to pretend that he had some form of control over his loins, but with her... it was impossible. One of his palms drifts down over one of her buttocks and squeezes it softly, drawing her up into a kiss, his lips now teasing hers, in fleeting pecks. His amber gaze flickers at the throwing down of the gauntlet, silently accepting her challenge. \"The winner will be allowed to ask any favour of the sad loser.\" He nips her lip sensually between his teeth before parting from her lips, and setting to work immediately, her legs spread on either side of him, and his manhood felt clearly against her womanhood through their clothing, his lips attaching to her sultry, swanlike neck and sucking in deeply, her pink hair tickling across his cheeks as he heard her breath quickening gradually against his cheek.

(Goodbye love.. and i apologize for the horific typos... not on my keyboard)
She giggled lightly as his wet lips pressed against her smooth throat making her murmur lightly, closing her eyes as he set to his job of making her climax long before he did, but she wasnt about to give in so easly, after all, a favor is on the line. She pulled him closer to her, lifting her hips lightly, and rubbing them against his clothed loins, an evil grin spreading to her lips, she would win this, she thought amusedly, he was making this so fun for her. \"Wyvern..\" She mumbled lightly, clutching onto his muscled buttox, bringing him closer to her warmth, she remembered she had no put on any panties, the irony in that almost torturous, feeling his hardness caress her parted thighs and folds through his clothing, she felt herself soak him through the dark fabric. \"best remove those if you wish to win\" She teased lightly, making quick work of the bindings on his pants, the flumped around his feet, exposing his lenghty erection, and th rest of his smooth, toned abdomen that she adored running her fingers over.

He eyes her surreptitiously, his eyebrows raising at her husky voice which seems to be tempting him more... his hardness twitches as it presses along the naked folds of her intimacy, and he grunts at the sudden wetness that slithers along his shaft. She was already this wet... and they had barely started... he sensed victory already although he was unaware, he may have been crowing too soon. With her little hands on his buttocks, pressing him to her, his hips begin to move lightly in circles, keeping a constant pressure between the two of them along their gentialia. He pressed his loins against her fervently, gliding his hardness up through her slit similarly to last night when he had worked her to climax in little over a minute to his own great surprise. Without entering her, he positions his manhood against her clitoris, swollen and throbbing along with his own appendage, and begins to press against it with his hip movement, his eyes deep in hers as he leans her back against the table, using his body weight to overpower her. His hands draw the straps of her dress down completely, revealing her small, yet gorgeous bosom, sliding his tongue tantalizingly down between them, and suckling the sensitive spot in between whilst his fingers close around both of them, his thumbs deliberately pressing against the nipples and rubbing them fervently as he squeezes them against his cheeks.

She moaned out rather loudly, bitting her lower lip as not to give in so easily. His superior weight pressed against her, forcing her down to the table, caressing every part of her, making her head light with is experted touch, he prooved to be the more experinced of the two suprisingly.
Shiobi pressed her legs around his hips, moving his sensitive tip between her clitoris and passage, massaging his length within her folds in a less sensitive spot, feeling his twitch slightly she moved a bit quicker, trying to hear his deep voice once again in pleasure. She opened her mouth slightly as her breathing moved along a bit quicker, his tormenting touches making her slowly approach her precipe, but she wasnt about to give up on thier little bet, running her hands lightly through his locks, drowning him in her touch as her thighs caressed his hips gently. \"God.. Wyvern...\" She mumbled, her eyes closing sligtly.

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His chest heaving against hers now as he had released her bosom from the grip of his two large hands, and placed them on the table on either side of her head. That deep, rumbling groan escaped his lips, and he scrunched his eyes closed for a second, before resuming his own working of her. He had sensed that she was less aroused from where he was now rubbing her, their gliding so smooth due to her fluids which were drenching the two of them. He found that he was prevented from too much movement due to her legs on either side of him, and growling down to her in that challenging tone, he decided to change that... at the sound of his name from the sweet pitch of her girlish voice, he gasped again, as her voice had a way of heightening his need to hear her even more every time he heard her. One of his hands takes hold of his rigid rod, and guides it against her intimacy, thrusting it into her entrance without further ado. He gasps and almost releases prematurely right then and there, but he refuses to give in... her name passes his lips in that husky gasp as he begins to rutt into her, his arms slipping down to lift her legs into the crooks of his arms so that he was free to control her, free to dictate his dominance over her and his control over his own release although the tightness of her walls within her, squeezing around him were milking him rapidly, he kept doggedly on, pounding her roughly on the table so that it creaked beneath their two furious bodies, his eyes staring down upon her face, contorted with pleasure, his own gasping, his breath hot on her face, her breasts bouncing up against his chest as he rams his hardness into her

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His dominace over her body made her gasp and cry out numerous times as he pounded into her smooth entrance, her slicking, soaked loins slamming against his with every thrust, every grunt, every gasp comming from her small mouth. She laid back against the cool, smooth table, only calming her slightly as her heat rose again, his powerful hands still gripping her legs, relentless in his steriotypical need to win. She laughed slightly as he pounded into her, making her small entrance grip him slightly tighter, she grinned evily as she ran her hands through her own hair, trying to calm herself, but she couldnt, he worked her so well, making her gasp and scream and cry out for him. She couldnt take much more of his flesh, his rigid rod throbbing within her, she closed her eyes slightly, trying to focus her body elsewhere, unwilling to climax, loving the feel of him within her, streching her, making her his, she gasped once again as he dominated her, but it was so unlike the domination of before, he put her pleasure first, that feeling alone almost enough to make her climax.

He filled her violently with his manhood, thrusting so destructively that the table creaked ominously beneath them. Her hair was jostling all over the place, bushing up against his shoulders as he stuffed her fuller and fuller with his throbbing rigidity. Her screams were driving him insane with lust, ringing in his mind and sending him over the precipice... but, just before he climaxes, rutting his hips viciously so that they slap steadily against her upturned buttocks, he felt her reach her peak. Gasping, he felt her flooding him, soaking his crotch and thighs as he continued to pound relentlessly into the small girl on the table. Seconds later he released, his liquids spewing deep inside her tightness and filling her completely with the thick, creamy heat. He gasps, groaning in a strained tone as he watches her face still rapt in the contortions of the bliss that overwhelmed the two of them... Panting, as he slowed down upon her, stroking her bosom softly, he grins down to her ... \"I love you... Shiobi...\" he whispers softly... and then... after a pause, \"I win...\" with a cheek grin

She nodded breathlessly, he had won, and god, how he had one. She didnt speak for a few moments, slightly unable to even distinguish the features of the room, her eyes falling upon him, her hand extending to his cheek. \"You were wonderful...I love you Wyvern\" She said in the softest of voices, almost like singing to the trained ear. Her hand rested lightly on the smooth plane of her stomach, her entire body seemingly racked from energy, he had been perfect, draining her of everything, but leaving her completely satisfied. She was coated in sweat, as was he, her small breasts rising and falling rapidly... he knew exactly what he was doing when he took that bet. \"Well.. you won... what are you going to do with your favor?\" She asked, licking her bottom lip lightly and attempting to sit up tiredly.

(Rape? How would it be rape if we were to make love? Blinks confused)
Staring down upon the girl, spread upon the table like an offering to him, her lovely honed limbs bent at the knees where they were held in the crooks of his arms. He was still deep inside her, throbbing, hardened as both their juices begin to seep from her intimacy and down the roundness of her now scarlet buttocks. It took him a while to regain the breath and sufficient strength to speak. He smiles to her, leaning down and kissing her tenderly, smooching her lovely velvety lips once before drawing back, and seeing that she wanted to seat herself, he reaches down and withdraws from her, feeling her flesh clinging to him tightly as he guides himself from her sweetness, dripping from the mingling of their love seed. He ponders her question as he lifts her from the table, with his hands under either one of her thighs, carrying her tired form, shivering from the ensuing cold of the perspiration on the two of them, to the bed. \"I\'m not exactly sure yet... but once i think of something... I will inform you darling.\" He chuckles, and kisses her one final time, before laying her on the bed, wanting to lay atop of her again, but resisting the temptation... he had such a robust appetite for her it amazed even him, but unfortunately, they had to now rejoin the carriage that was to take them to his homeland

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She felt herself being placed on the bedsheets, she flumped back, her eyes closed a bit, tired, her body milked of all effort to move. Her clothing was coated with his musk and her own juices, she looked down on her body, she was a total mess, completely unfit to come to his homelad. \"I cant be seen like this...\" she mumbled, forcing herself to her feet, removing the blue dress from her body, letting it drop to the floor. She blinked a few times onto the closet, opening it, she pulled an embroidered, beautiful purple kimono from the closet, thick and warm, she wrapped it around herself, trying to tie the obi behind her, but proving to be difficult. \"here... could you tie this for me?\" She asked lightly, turing her back to him, the thick silken ribbon wrapped around her tiny waist. \"Just make a bow, its quite simple\" She said, looking over her shoulder, watching him momentarily. She felt her legs weaken slightly beneath her, she managed to stand, but weakly. She couldnt quite understand it, she hand never felt like this before, it was so strage... as if she were ill but not. Shaking off the feeling, she waited for him to tie it.

(Ah yes...nods, and grins XD well...in a way, it makes it all the more fun as its illegal. But if we were together, i wouldnt force you to if you didnt feel it was right)
Whilst she had been choosing a suitable dress for the occasion, he had washed himself of the perspiration that coated his body with the washing bowl that was customary in these rooms, rinsing his chest down before drying himself with the clean beige towel, and dressing in the clothes he had arrived with: A pair of black trousers held up with a silver buckle, hugging his frame, but baggy enough to allow free movement without hindering any unmentioned parts of the body. He had just pulled on a clean white shirt, and buttoned the cufflinks when he heard her call for his aid. Smiling, he walked up behind her, kissing the back of her head before obeying her plea, noticing that she appears a tad unsteady. \"Are you alright darling?\" He asks her gently as he ties the ribbon into a bow at the back and letting his hands drift over her waist as he settles his chin on her shoulder, kissing her neck tenderly, as he murmurs his question against her lovely skin.
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She practically sinks into his arms as they are wrapped around her, her knees giving out slightly from beneath her. She straitened herself up, a hand lightly pressed to her forehead. \"No, im fine really... just tired\" She mumbled, but she knew it had to be something more, something settling itself in her moment of exaustion. She thought for a moment, wondering if Wyvern\'s people held an immunity to something she did not, her immunity to illness was slightly low anyway, as the mistress wouldnt allow them to eat much, keeping them thin and presentable. Shioi suspected she might be catching something, shaking her head and turning around in his arms to face him with a gentle smile, her eyes looking slightly tired as much as she tried to hide it.

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He held her for a moment, resing his chin on her shoulder and tracing the smooth white skin with his lips momentarily, before gliding his arms from around her waist to her back, swivelling her gently so that he is staring down into his eyes. \"Are you sure my darling?... have you had a tiring day?\" His hand raises to her palen face, light pouches to be seen beneath her eyes... she did not look well. \"You\'ll be able to rest in the carriage on the way back home.\" He tells her encouragingly, pressing his lips to her forehead, and then helping her pack her belongings. Leaning out the window he whistles shrilly. A few minutes later, there is a polite knock on the door and a giant of a man enters, far taller than even Wyvern, at least by two heads. The fellow needed to stoop to prevent himself from bumping his small, round head against the door frame. He did not smile to either of them, but there was a twinkle of recognition in his small red eyes. At a first glance he may appear dangerous, but his familiarity with Wyvern belied that factor. \"Brethin, would you take the luggage down to the carriage and fire up the horses?\" He told the man in a friendly tone. He had not released Shiobi from his arms indicating just how much he trusted him with their secret. \"Shiobi will be accompanying us... as a fugitive of our tribe.\" He raises his eyebrows to the giant who grins broadly, revealing a set of unfurled teeth, stained yellow and black over the years. He nodded and lifted the four or five bags stacked with his and her belongings onto his back, and stooped back out of the room towards the carriage. Wyvern turned back to Shiobi, \"Shall we?...\" he asks her, leading her gently towards the door

((Smiles... Yay, im glad your free! ^-^))
She nodded lightly, clinging to him slightly as she walked out the door, she glanced over the stairs, her head felt a bit light but she forced herself to walk over the stairs along with him. \"Wyvren... Have you ever.. passed something on to someone else not of your country?\" She asked in a soft voice as she walked, noticing her head begin to spin slightly, but she blinked it away, her body feeling slightly warmer as she walked. Yes, she had never felt this way before, and she knew it had to be something slightly forien, maybe a sickness they all had grown immune to. They reached the end of the stairs slowly, continuing to walk, but needing him to support her a bit. She looked to her right, seeing all her former colleauges standing there watching her leave, some slightly teary eyed, all waving and smiling. She smiled herself upon seeing them, she knew her life here had been less that preferable, but it had had some enjoyable parts. She waved lightly with a weakened hand, turning back to lean her head on Wyvern.

As they walked out into the twilight, the last of the suns rays having disappeared over the horizon, he saw the gathered community, all there to bid farewell to their friend. He smiled, noting that she had been popular here, and very much loved. In the midst of the crowd, he spotted his former Mistress and gave her a polite nod before helping the frail girl into the carriage, the door held open by Brethin. Climbing in after her, he sat opposite her on the smooth, brown cushions that were spread about them. It was not the normal interior of a carriage, it was far larger within then it appeared on the outside. Instead of seats there were cushions strewn over the beige carpet that cloaked the bottom of the carriage. It was bright inside, lit by a single light above them. The windows could be gazed out of if one stood up, or there was a panel to draw down the shutters so they could see through a lower window whilst they sat up. He did this so that she could wave goodbye to her friends, opening the window so that she may talk to them. He watched her as the group crowded round, patting her hands and kissing her goodbye.

She slightly forgot her worry of her illness to wave goodbye to her friends, little Perrie waving along with the rest, she smiled back to them all, saying her own slightly teary goodbyes, They all waved as she heard the carriage driver slightly pull away, she watched them slowly dissapate, feeling slightly sympathetic and guilty that she couldnt take them all with her. Sighing lightly she leaned back against the seat, her eyes closing a moment as she looked across the slightly large carriage to Wyvren\'s Amber escapes. \"well.. how long is this trip anyway?\" She asked lightly, unwanting to sit so far from him, she strode slightly wobbly in the moving cabin, she slid next to him, wrapping her small arms around his arm. \"You never did answer my question..\" She said lightly looking up, her small mouth opening into a gentle yawn, she covered in was a dainty hand, she had been liting to her wondering of his people... and if she got something from him... she felt very warm, but traveling made her feel sleepy, her eyelids drooping.

(Grins, I like your signature, XD Didnt think of you that way, but its cute)
He smiles to her, lying down on his side and drawing her down with him, she looked desperately tired, frail, weak... and he was at a loss to pinpoint why. \"Which question is that my darling? The one on whether I have passed on any illnesses to anyone else outside my tribe?\" At her nod of affirmation, he lifts his amber eyes towards the roof of the carriage pondering her question. After a few seconds, he shook his head and shrugged, \"Not that I know of...why do you ask?\" He asks not suspiciously, but curiously, his fingers tracing a trail of gentleness over her cheek. Leaning forwards, he pecks her lips lightly, and then responds to her second question. \"This trip will take a week at the very least, most likely, ten days... so that will give you plenty of time to learn from me on the traditions of my tribe and its history. We need to transform you into a Feldona,\" he winks to her, and then notes again that she appears exhausted. \"But first my darling... we shall rest... the night is long, and you need to recuperate from the strenuous activities of today.\" He teases her lightly, gathering her closer into his arms and draping one of the light brown furs over their shoulders, laying her head against one of the many cushions.

((Yeah... I dont really give off that sort of air when I Rp.. My escape from the real world. Needless to say I dont \"attract\" many of my perferred types... O.o))
She smiles lightly and nods, curling tightly into his arms. She couldnt remember ever gaining any real ilnesses when she was small, so suspected this to be one of those things everyone eventually got. Brushing off her worry she snuggled next to him, the carriage drove past in a suprisingly easy pace, she barely even felt a single jostle, feeling as if she were being rocked to sleep, her thoughts did not last long as she fell asleep within his warm embrace, She dreamed lightly of her new home, grinning slighlty at the thought of becoming a \"Feldona\" as he called it. Shiobi Slept rather late, her body not wishing to rise from the comfortable rocking of the carriage, nor the warmth of the fur around her.
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(Chuckles, I\'d love to see a picture of you in reality my darling. Would it be too much to ask if I could? asks hopefully. What is your type then?)
His arms held her throughout the entire night, keeping her warm, keeping her safe from any potential hazards. The carriage had been designed in such a way to prevent the jerky rocking which usually accompanied wagon travel. It had been an invention of one of Wyvern\'s finest researchers, a childhood friend of his who had also been in slavery under her former Mistress\' thumb. He had not mentioned it, but he had also bought his freedom as well. He awoke as usual, early in the dawn hours, and finding her still sleeping, he spent a full hour just staring at her sleeping form, laid so fragile in his arms, her pink hair forming a halo of magnificence about her head on the furs she was laying on. He traced his fingertips along her lips, soft as the downy feathers that filled the pillow beneath her head, then over the milky, creamy, healthy skin of her cheeks... she was so beautiful he felt his chest constrict in pain. Eventually, he roused himself from the bed, and allowed her to sleep late into the early afternoon whilst he began to write in a journal of his, recording the events of the past few days and inventing the story on Shiobi, and how they had managed to set her free.

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The sun drifted over her palen face lightly, her eyes opening to the quickly moving carriage and her arms no longer held by her lover. She yawned a bit, streching her arms above her head, blinking a few times as she pulled herself into a sitting position, her eyes wavering around half opened as if to look for him, seeing him seated on a cushion across from her. \"MMmm.. Morning love\" She said tiredly, feeling a bit better from yesterday, but still a bit tired none the less. Her pink orbs traveled over her handsome lover, he was dressed in the clothing of yesterday, as was she, his amber orbs looking onto his book perched on his lap, a pen grasped in his strong hands, writing down something rather quickly. Her curiosity spurred a bit, she crawled over next to him, peering over the top of his book, watching him write. She was literate, but his messy handwriting was a bit to much for her to distingush.
The air inside the Cabin was rather hot, she pulled open her thick Kimono, leaving on the baggy, comfortable white pants she wore beneath, and Tying the purple obi around her breasts, she watched him closely as she managed to tie the bow on her back, her stomach and shoulders exposed, but feeling much cooler.

(Aww, well, what you do, is you go to HYPERLINK \"http://www.photobucket.com\" \\t \"_blank\" www.photobucket.com , open an account, its free
, add your photos to your album, and then when you want to insert a picture here, you click on IMG and then add the path indicated in
photobucket. Smiles gently)
Her lips seemed to awaken him more than ever, and he could sense his heart throbbing against his bosom as she laid those soft lips on his
over and over again, in that teasing, pecking gesture. He controls himself from dragging the young girl onto his lap and indulging the two
of them in a little morning fun, putting his book down in the corner of the room, and opening a drawer, and pulling out several ancient
history books. Opening the first one, he settles himself in front of her, putting on a very stern expression on purpose, fixing her with a
steely gaze. Feldon, was a country, born from the civil war of the old nation of Uldroth, which used to span in diamtre, over one million
square miles... Civil war broke out from the seemingly innocent uprisings of the peasant folk. But more and more rallied to their cause...
of the oppression of the King. After several decades of war, the King agreed to split the country in two and give the new faction half of
the country. The country was named Feldon, and for centuries, was goverened by my bloodline... that is until recently, at the death of my
father and my abduction. This threw the country into discord, and hence, the many different factions claiming their right to the throne.\"
He speaks to her as if he were telling her a story rather than a history lesson, using gesticulations frequently, and hardly laying an
eye on the open book on his knees.

(^-^ Once i get it up ill send it to you.)
She listened intently to his words, the slight history lesson was intruqing, making her watch his eyes an gestures closely, abzorbing the
words of his land. Her curiosity spiked a bit when he mentioned his abduction, it seemed so odd to think of someone as strong and cunning
as Wyvern could be taken against his will, but he had only been a child. \"So what about these other factions... which one am i suposedly
from, and which one has claim over the throne?\" She asked lightly, looking to the book in his hand, it was old, and the text written in
intricate letters. He barely even glanced onto his, she noticed him recite it perfectly from memory. She curled her legs onto her chest,
wrapping her arms around them and resting her head on her knees, gripping to his words closely.

Absorbed by the tale he was weaving, memories cropping up as he spoke of his homeland, he began to inform her of the essentials she is
required to know. His yellow eyes have taken on a golden glow, filling the cabin with a fanatical atmosphere in which he was losing
himself. \"Six of the eight factions are Feldonites, each claiming the throne in their seperate ways. Unfortunately, in order to tell the
difference between each enemy, we have been forced to undertake new identities until one of the factions emerges to claim the right to
being the Feldonites. Our main enemy is known as the Shrikes, after the desert eagle, hence their insignia. It is they who have taken
control of the palace, and the surrounding fortress encompassing the city. It is by far the mightiest stronghold, and none have been able
to breach it for many a year. Three of the other factions present little importance, they are mere fanatics seeking to submerge our country
beneath the absurdity of religion, or some peculiar fanatical rule, I do not personally know much about them for they are on the other
side of the country.\" He took out a map of the land of Feldon, and pointed out the areas in which they were to be found, mentioning the
names carefully so she could repeat them. \"Kudu, Tempranas, and the Hijad. The two factions who are not Feldonites are in fact from the
neighboring country who\'s king split the one land in two so many centuries ago. Their views on the situation is that the Feldonites,
unable to keep peace in their own country, must join once more to form the one country once again.\" He rolls his eyes with a grin.
\"They are dangerous, and since we are close to the border, they are right beside us.\" He points them out on the map. \"The faction of
Dulia, and Quinddetch.\" He pauses, and smiles to her, \"We are known simply as the Hyona. It means \"former glory\" in our language.\"

She sat back for a moment, letting outa breath as he went over it. This arrangement his people had developed was more than complicated,
she thought dejectedly, but nodded her head, abzorbing the names into her memory, letting them fall off her tongue slightly as he said
them. She looked up to him as he mentioned another language, she worried that she would have to learn another one, she wasnt exactly the
most capible with that, remembering Perrie trying to teach her french names of things, she couldnt even remember that, but French was a
complicated language. \"Must I learn your language?\" She asked, raising her orbs slightly to his, her fingers tracing slightly over the
papers, it felt slightly britle under her small fingers, as if it would fall to dust under her delicate touch, she pulled her hand back,
hoping not to damage it. \"Alright... so really all i have to worry about is six of the eight, and the one we are traveling to now is
Hyona? I think i can remember that....\" She said, trying to simplfy it within her head.

(To see you would be wonderful my darling, smiles gently, ill show you me once ive seen you, XD)
He nods to her sagely, watching her curiously to see if she had a technique in memorizing, and saw that she had her own personalized manner
of doing so. She was so adorable, in her innocent way, her brow furrowing as she attempted to drink in all the information that he had
spewed up for her. His eyes followed the trail of her fingertips along the dogeared parchement on his lap, and he lets everything sink in
before feeding her with more information. After the basics, he speaks of the long lineage of kings, explaining that if she were to be part
of the Hyonae, she had to show the same dedication and spirit of fanatism in their cause. She would be required to know of the entire
family history, which fortunately, since Wyvern was the direct descendant, was able to instruct her with anecdotes of his early childhood
and stories of the past that had been passed down by word of mouth in their family, making it more interesting then mere facts and figures.
Then, turning a few pages ahead, he pointed to an area of the map and told her that this was to be the region she was born in. He showed
her portraits of the magnificent countryside, gave her details of whereabouts her home would have been before it had been pillaged by
marauding bandits, where they had sold her out of the country. It was a plausible lie, for it happened quite often in this day and age of
disorder. They spent the greater part of the afternoon learning of the landmarkings, and teaching her the history of the country dating
back over two millenia. When finally they had finished the book, he closed it, with a sigh of relief. It was late afternoon. \"I\'ll test
you later on tonight, to see if you can pass for a Feldona.\" He grins to her, setting the book to one side.

She nodded, letting the information sink in... well if the gave her a map, she would easly be able to name of the factions, and where she
suposedly lived... along with Wyverns past and her own little anecdote. She yawned a bit, the information barely being able to make space..
. she had barely even seen a schoolroom let alone a full history lesson of somewhere she was required to know off by heart. Sighing she
pulled herself over to him, feeling slightly tired with the explaination, reciting some of it over in her head silently. \"Are they going
to ask me this upon entering?\" She asked gently, worried that if she didnt get in to see him, she had gotten this far and refused to leave
him now. \"What if i dont remember?\" She asked a bit worridly, leaning her head against his chest and bitting her lower lip. She was a bit
nervous now, but felt more at ease within his grasp.

He blinked several times as she asked him the question, smiling at the warmth of her body as she snuggled up against him, wrapping an arm
around her tired form and stroking her upper arm tenderly as he burst out laughing. \"No, no my darling,\" He chuckled down to her in his
throaty husk, stroking her pink hair back behind one of her pretty little ears. \"No one is going to ask you this information as a test, ..
. some may discretely to catch you off guard if they do suspect that there are ulterior reasons to your presence in Feldon... there are
many spies about.\" He mused softly, leaning his back against a pillow, propped up against the side of the carriage, stroking her head
against her chest. \"This information will serve for you to blend in without arousing that very suspicion from the community.\" He pauses
for a few seconds, a frown crossing his brow as he remembered something. \"Except for... Tarak.\" Chewing on his lip, he looked down, worry
beaming in his amber orbs as he looked upon the young girl gently. \"He is my closest adviser... intelligent beyond comprehension, he knows
much of the activities of the other factions... how i do not know. Mutterings of black magic are about... but there is no proof... and I
have always feared that he is after my position at the head of the faction... he will try and find any excuse to dethrone me... but id
much rather have him as an enemy under my nose as a pretend ally, rather than an enemy in the darkness, helping some other faction. He will
surely confront you...many times...he has a nose for trouble, and he will do his utmost to disrupt us. You must be strong my darling.\" He
stroked her cheek smoothly

She nodded with a deep breath, the mans name seemed almost birdlike, making her think of a hawk with his eye on everything. She snuggled
tightly to him , holding onto his arm slightly, trailing her fingertips of her other hand over his clothed chest, it didnt feel quite as
comfortable as his bare, muscled chest, she pulled herself up slightly to stradle him, her hands traveling gently over his buttons,
opening the top ones ever so slowly, pressing her soft lips against his flesh fleetingly, noticing him quiver slightly. She grinned as
her touch slightly dominated him, she knew how much he liked to be the dominant one, the slight changing in roles always fun for her. \"so..
. whats on the agenda now?\" she said playfully, running her tongue lightly over her bottom lip.


The change of mood was epitomized by her gorgeous leg swinging over his, and her healthy, firm buttocks settling on his upper thighs. He
raised an eyebrow to her, still leant back against the cushion, his hands drifting onto her waist and stroking down to her thighs, placed
on either side of him, shivering slightly at the contact of those warm, sweet lips upon his skin. He gnawed on his lower lip as he
responded in a muffled, husky voice, obviously trying to control his passions so as not to let them run away with him. His fingers
slithered up her skirt on those sweetly honed thighs, trailing them tantalizingly over her flesh as she watched him unbuttoning his shirt.
\"Oh...it all depends darling... on what you have in mind.\" He chuckles softly, never letting his amber escapes wander from her body. From
where she was bent, he had a clear view of her breasts as they stroked teasingly against his chest, which was heaving with the mighty hauls
of air he was taking in. \"Since you have been such a good girl, I do believe, you are entitled to choosing what we must do...isnt that
right Miss Shiobi?\" He teases her grinning, still taking on the role of teacher.


Shiobi\'s eyes watched his intently as he caressed her flesh, heating her up desperatedly, she felt her lungs cleanch slightly to his
lithing touch. How easily he aroused her, she thought wrily, as she pulled at that las button, his tanned, smooth flesh making her
quiver slightly with anticipation, he as so good at making her wimper with need, even the sight of his eyes darkened with lust was enough
to make her falter. But she had grown slightly confident within his grasp over the last night, more than she had ever been, the safetly she
felt with him allowing her to be more open, her actions matching with her dove like features. \"Well... \" She murmured, letting her breath
caress his neck lightly, as she raised her body upwards slightly, still beheath him in height. \"What is it you wish to do? the night is...
. rather young\" She said, her eyes glancing to the window, the sun had just dissapated from view, lavender lines filling the sky. Her eyes
flickered back to him, flirting her long eyelashes lightly, an almost irrisistible playful air she refused to give up.

(My darling Shiobi, I am afraid that this will be my final PM before i must depart for Taiwan on holiday. I will unfortunately have no
access to a computer there and will only be able to contact you when i return in mid-august... hopefully you\'ll still wish to continue our
roleplay then. Smiles gently and huggles her. Im missing you already my sweet, if you wish to contact me, just pm me or write to me at
HYPERLINK \"mailto:jellybabys_charm@hotmail.com\" jellybabys_charm@hotmail.com With all my love, i must depart Shiobi, leaving my heart
with you... i fare thee a good summer, and think of me...i will return for you in six weeks,
Your Warrior)

Mid august?! O.O
You must be joking... -dies of a broken heart- ^-^ Only joking. I hope you have a good time on your trip, Taiwan is very enjoyable place...
(Try the pocky! its AWSOME) I will miss you terribly, but i have our intricate story to keep me company... your perfect words shall help
me sleep ^-^ Ill be waiting for you in six weeks time... a part of me missing till then.
Your Little Slave Girl

Hey! Shiobi here, being a little nosey to when you might return... you had said the middle of August, so I might be a little early... Eh I
never was one for patience... But whenever you get this, write back asap, I missed you lol ^^
-Your Little Slave Girl

(I have returned my darling, finally, I have returned to reunite with my sweet little Slave girl as you so adequately put it.
I loved to read that Life in the far east was interesting, steaming in humid temperatures, meeting all the family I hadnt encountered
in three years. You have been featuring more and more often on my mind the more I have been away... it is scary to think that I have not
even seen you, and yet, you still instill such joy within me ...not to mention ...um... hmm... lets leave the second part of that sentence
blank hope you\'ve been havinfun this vacation, and that you have remained loyal

He eyed her scupulously, a dark, violet eyebrow raising to express his playfulness. With his hands never leaving their trail of gliding
over the recesses of her gorgeous body, he could feel his chest beginning to heave mightily against her small yet luscious breasts. Her
nipples were already erect and raking against his muscle causing his breath to rasp through his teeth, the stormy desire flashing in his
eyes betraying the extent of his need for this delicious and beautiful girl who sat so enticingly on his lap. \"Young indeed... as are you
my little girl...\" he patronizes her purposely, exerting his dominance over her. Reaching behind her, tracing the gentle curve of her hips
, his hands gripped her buttocks suddenly, pulling her closer to him, her thin, white pants rucking up as he did so. Clenching firmly, and
massaging in circles, he deliberately pressed his rigid, throbbing member against her central privacy, their clothing offering little
protection to the heat either of them emanated. He grunted in a half-groan, his breath hot on her cheek as he whispered into her ear
huskily, swallowing hard, \"I believe we both have the same idea on our minds little Slave...\"[/quote]


She rose an eyebrow to him, he had yet to call her a slave, she had been sure he was just playing around with her, but she was still a
little nervous. Maybe.. Maybe he had just been playing with her? And now, now she was going off to a life of worse slavery than before?
Her eyes glanced up to him worriedly, his amber orbs seemed to hold no betrayal, only lust and a keen affection for her, for that is what
she held to him, along with a few peices of possesiveism and hints of real, innocent love. A sigh passed her lips, trying to clear her
mind of her seemingly perposterous parinoia. She looked up to him with a smile eventually, kissing his lips quickly, then pulling back.
\"Wyvern.... Tell me about your marriage... Who is this woman.. do you have any children?\" She asked softly, just trying to get away from
the Idea of sex for a moment, she didnt want to make love to him with such a full head of thoughts.

(Back to the roleplay? are you sure about that? INCLUDEPICTURE \"http://graphics.gaiaonline.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_wink.gif\" \\*
MERGEFORMATINET Indeed, it appears that we have missed each other equally over the past few weeks... i just wish i could see you.
Sniffles. Have you actually seen me yet, or have i not sent you my photos?)
He saw the slight pain slip into her beautiful eyes as he let the word \"Slave\" through his lips. He had in fact only been using the word
on the spur of the moment to gain a dominating, playful advantage in their foreplay. At her reaction, he bit his lip ashamed, making a
mental note never to associate her with the word again. His fingers lightened their grip on her lovely buttocks, letting her settle back
onto his upper thighs once again as she questioned him. His breathing slackened slightly, and it was his turn to bear the seed of
suffering in his eyes. Those topaz pools turned from hers momentarily to gaze at the sliver of red painted across the skyline, emanating
gold and orange and yellow against the soft underbellies of the clouds dappling the sky. His hands caressed her upper thighs
absentmindedly in a loving gesture as he responded without returning his eyes to hers. \"My wife...is a lovely lady...\" He paused, blinking
slowly. \"She bears the grace and eloquence of her ancestors before her, she bears the knowledge and wisdom of her forefathers, and the
beauty spanning over countless generations of the true Feldonas.\" Again he hesitated, those yellow eyes settling back into hers as he
rumbled in his deep, throaty voice, \"But our marriage was arranged... for the benefit of our people... as were our children... although,
i do love them with all my heart... they had a political birth.\" He sighed sadly.

((No... I havent seen your pictures, nor have you seen mine I think. I did get that photobucket account, so if you wish to see some of them
then go to photobucket.com and look up pervyhobbitlover.... you\'ll see me in all my ugleh glory... mind you some of the picks are a little
.... provocative, i did them on request lol INCLUDEPICTURE \"http://graphics.gaiaonline.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_sweatdrop.gif\" \\*
MERGEFORMATINET ))
She nodded lightly to his words.. she hadnt expected the talk of his wife and children to burn so much, but it did. She knew when she left
with him that she was going to have to be strong, thier marriage was arranged, and his heart was not with his wife, but with her. \"Sounds
to me like you may have loved her at a time... Did you Wyvern?\" She asked softly, looking up to his softened amber pools, how she loved
to sink into thier abyss, so comforting and safe to her, she couldnt help but smile within his grasps. Her head rested lightly on his bare
chest, her flingertips lightly traveled over the crevaces in his abdomen, the toned muscles she found there were always very pleasing to
the touch, but at that moment she could think of nothing but what his home would be like... What thier lives, thier hidden love would do
to him, she worried for the kindom itself. From what he had told her, he was holding it together... But loving a slavegirl? A whore? She
felt her heart sink at the words, but they were true. She wasnt good enough for him. \"Im not meant to be in your Arms Wyvern, she is... Im
not god enough to hold your love.\" She said, her back trembling a little with the sudden drips of salty water from her eyes.

(Shiobi...do you have any idea how attractive i find you? Growls, and there you were assuring me that you were ugly as could be, and what
do i find? Now you have found an assured drooler over you INCLUDEPICTURE \"http://graphics.gaiaonline.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_whee.
gif\" \\* MERGEFORMATINET by the looks of it, you seem to have many masters requesting you to do things, INCLUDEPICTURE \"http://graphics.gaiaonline.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_blaugh.gif\" \\* MERGEFORMATINET all those placards. How about you make one for me? Ill send you my pics once i get the new ones scanned onto the comp. Man...you are so sexy, and innocent looking at the same time, INCLUDEPICTURE \"http://graphics.gaiaonline.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_xd.gif\" \\* MERGEFORMATINET )
Her words seemed to delve profoundly into him, and he repeated her question as if reasking himself. \"Did I love her...?\" After a pause, he
shakes his head, \"No... I dont think I ever did...\" In the manner he was saying it, it seemed as if he were trying to convince himself
more than her that he had never loved her. In truth, the situation was far more complex then an arranged marriage... but he could not
tell Shiobi this... at least, not yet. He would do so, only when the time was right. A soft drop of water slips onto his chest, having
trickled down the palen curve of her cheek and off her chin. He realized she was weeping, and the words that issued from those rosy lips
tinged his heart with pain. \"My darling...\" Riven pressed a finger to her lips to silence her, the softness of them clawing at his heart
in that ache he bore from witnessing her sorrow. \"Everything that happens, happens for a reason... we met... because it was Destiny for
you to live a true life away from Slavery... one without the humiliation of having to serve using your body ... and experience the love we
now share...\" Again, the word \'love\' had been uttered... and although their passions were still young... he could feel the depth of the
word... they depth of their feelings... the depth of their very love. He gathered her close to him, cradling her cheek to his shoulder,
and stroking his fingers through the silkiness of her hair, adoringly, lovingly, whispering to her in his rumbling, thunder.


... Thanks... I mean... That was actually really unexpected. Im glad you find me so attractive though, I didnt really want to be a
dissapointment to you. Ill be sure to make you a sign when I get the chance... what do you want it to say?))

She stayed, bunched in his strong grasp for some time, unwilling to let the outside in for a moment, her palen face rivved with tears, her
pinkish orbs were reddened and puffy with her crying, although she was really unsure of why the tears had fallen. Because she was unworthy
of him? Yes... That seemed to be the thing grasping at her stomach. She was also worried about people discovering them, he had been
unfathful, and with a whore no less. But everything that seemed to make wreckage in her mind washed away in his arms, she breathed a ragged
sigh, looking up to him, the thin lines of light that were left inside the carriage washed over his ever so handsome visage...
she knew herself to be very lucky. Brushing away her wet tears from her cheeks, she sniffed, looking up to him once again, turning herself
so she could straddle his hips, her arms wrapping lightly around his neck, resting on his broad shoulders. \"I love you so much Wyvern,
I never want you to forget that... My Savior\" She said with a smile, kissing his lips ever so lightly her eyes closing in the escatcy of
being with him.

(Unexpected? Shakes head ruefully, if you tell me you find yourself unattractive... ill spank you. INCLUDEPICTURE \"http://graphics.gaiaonline.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_xd.gif\" \\* MERGEFORMATINET Hmm...what do I want the sign to say?... Well... im not quite sure, surprise me. Something to do with you and me... Eyes her mischeviously. Where do you live again?)
Every word uttered from those sweet lips were dipped in heavens rivers, and as he felt her kiss him, he knew that this was the happiest he
had ever been in his entire existence. His hand rose and let his fingertips glide down over the smoothness of her cheek, drying the
rivulets of her tears in their wake. \"And I you Shiobi...\" he whispered in response, his voice husky and shimmering with the ache of what
he had just revealed to her. \"I shall always protect you... no matter the cost...\" he promised her fervently, speaking against her lips,
so that their breath collided and half his words were lost between their light kisses, pecking in gentle affection. He drew her body close
to his so as to instill her with the security and warmth that he wished to grace her with. Slowly, he withdrew his lips, his yellow eyes
gazing upon her softly laughing before the smile reached his mouth. \"Don\'t cry my angel... the tears of the angel are sacred enough to
give a man immortality... and i do not deserve that right... i would prefer to live a mortal life with you and only make my journey to the
sun hand in hand... with you.\" He whispered, the words slipping from his lips, directly from his heart as he stared into her eyes, his
empty hand finding hers, and gliding his fingers between hers, squeezing in adoration.

((XD Hmmm... Alright, Ill See what I can do luv. And I live In Newfoundland.))
She blushed deeply at his outspoken affection, his eloquent words of sweet innocent love drove her mad with happiness, she felt as if she
could float away on cloud nine at the moment. \"Oh Wyvern...\" She mumbled against his lips, so close to hers, absolutely irrisitible to
her, she burried her own against his, the softness and sweetness of his kiss was incredible, intoxicating beyond comprehension, she
pulled him lightly by his open shirt, clasping her lips more deeply, more needily against his. Her hands released him after a moment, her
lips still pecking hungrily at his, she pulled the shirt off his shoulers, lingering it down around his hands, which kept them off of her
, restraining him, she grinned a little into his lips, knowing he couldnt stand it. Her emotions were in a jumble, somewhat guilty,
somewhat lusting, somewhat sad.. she was all over the place, but his lips and affections made her fell whole again, she clung her arms
around his neck, fingers lacing in his hair, she gave a small murmur of satisfaction, rising off his lap a little to gain some hight onto
him, she wanted him to enjoy this.

(Thank you, darling ^^ Newfoundland? Sniffles, so far away, how on earth are we ever going to meet.

It was incredible how he could read her emotion for when he looked into her eyes, he could see his own feelings reflected through them...
their hearts and souls were on the same wavelength, and this gave Riven the security he needed. As the atmosphere altered, so again did
those eyes. Although they retained that tender adoration in the flecked yellow, her actions as she sat upon him, running her delicate
fingers through his hair, those delightful lips pressing to his, gave birth to the fiery gold which depicted his carnal desire for her.
His hands cupped under her thighs, just below the elegant curve of her rump, allowing her to reach him on the same level, and support her
as he caressed her skin through her plaid skirt. His lips pecked hers teasingly, in short bursts of passion, drawing away every so often
to heighten the anticipation. His mind was in turmoil, as he had revealed secrets that he told few people. The entire kingdom believed him
to be in love with his wife... but he had unfortunately been bound to a Destiny that he had not altogether sought... the Destiny he craved
sat upon his lap... beautiful... sweet... love

((Who knows.... Destiny will have its way with us as it always does))
She mused him closer to her yet again, her hands trailed down to the ends of his shirt, undoing his cuffs as she kissed his fingertips,
slipping the white cotton fabric from his masculine arms, she looked up to him lightly, those innocent pink pools of hers seemed to give
off an air of need, like she was something that needed to be looked after, cared for, loved.... all of which she got from Wyvern, She
herself felt as if this was where she belonged... part of her still neverous about her new home, she longed not to get him into turmoil,
but she never did well under pressure, and if her visions of his advisor.. this Terak man, were to come true, she wouldnt untter a word,
she would rather die than discrace him. But her worry was pushed from her mind for the moment, her longing for him unmatched by anything
else, she reached back, undoing the ties of her obi that secured her breasts, letting it fall she pushed it to the side, taking his free
arms and slithering his fingertips over her breasts lightly, down her smooth stomach, resting them at the top of her loose, white pants,
at which she grinned, knowing they would meet the pile of her other clothing, the purple kimono, and the white obi, his shirt meeting the
pile as well, she struggled a little with his belt, her eyes darkened with need for him.

(Indeed indeed. Do you have an msn address? We could chat on there as well?)
Everything that they had just discussed seemed to dissipate into nothingness. It appeared as if she had an innate way in which to heal him
instinctively, to soothe the hurt that had welled up within him for so long and replace it with that fulfillment he had craved... not
physically, but from the soul. As she guided his hands to her breasts, he sucked in a lungful of air, lowering his topaz orbs to them,
and revelling in their shape and size. He fondled them gently, letting his callused palms caress them tantalizingly, deliberately tracing
his fingers around her nipples without yet touching them. In their dire need, heightening at every twist and turn, he chuckled, as she
tugged in vain at his belt. As she was desperately yanking at the buckle, his own hands lifted her rearend from his lap and removed the
comfortable pants from her lovely toned limbs, the fabric slithering over her skin in an appealing, arousing sound. Letting her settle
down on his lap again, he allowed her to tug on his belt for a little longer before sweeping her over onto the cushions and pinning her
down with his superior body weight, his lips and teeth nipping at her neck playfully, breathing deeply to smell her perfume. His hands
undo his belt swiftly and allow her to pull his pants down as he drifts his fingers back up over her smooth stomach, stroking her ribs
mesmerically before cupping a handful of her bosom in each paw, and squeezing firmly.

((Why yes I do... HYPERLINK \"mailto:Seadreams88@hotmail.com\" Seadreams88@hotmail.com .. have fun lol))
She leaned back, a soft, comfortable sigh comming from her lips, feeling his powerful body push hers down ever so slightly, she gave in
easily, but pouted a bit as he undid his belt, she blushed at her inability to remove it. \"Stupid garment..\" She cursed it, using her feet to push down his pants, pulling them off his legs easily, she noticed with a smile that he to did not feel the need to wear any undergarments, both of thier bodies naked, clutching to eachother... she grinned a little, nipping at his ear playfully, kissing up the soft curve of it, letting her tonge follow her softened lips. She moaned ever so softly, into his intimate embrace, her body arching just slightly as his strong hands firmly grasped her breasts, the small mounds in his hands gave her much pleasure, she bit her lip lightly. \"Do be gentle with me my love...\" She whispered softly... her mind was rather interested his is ability to make soft, sweet love, having only begged him for rougher and harder before... her body craved intimacy, she closed her eyes, caressing his legs with hers softly, allowing him to do as he wished.

He could feel her plea before she had made it, whispering huskily in his ear as his lips closed gently over her neck in several soft pecks
. Raking his teeth along her throat, he tilted her head back so as to gain full access to her sensitive skin beneath her chin, attaching
his lips to just under her jawline and suckling softly. With his chest heaving against hers, his fingers pulsating in massage over her
breasts, his tongue tasted her perfume, revelling in the incense that filled his body, she smelt heavenly. His thumbs fondled her nipples
simultaneously, working them slowly, so as to grind the desire into her so that she craved for more, before letting one of his hands drift
down over the flatness of her belly, tracing patterns across the lucious skin, barely flirting his fingertips over her body. Lowering
himself gradually, his lips descend into the hollow of her throat, rolling his wet tongue into it and sucking in deeply, causing a bright
red mark to appear on her ivory flesh. Those yellow eyes, which had been lowered to the task of giving her as much pleasure as he possibly
could, rise mischeviously, filled with that burning heat that could be felt from every pore in his body, and watch her, loving to hear her
light gasps and the sweet, melodious tune of her voice in pleasure, at that moment, he tweaked her erect nipple between his thumb and
finger deliberately, before rolling it back and forth in a softened gesture

She gave him a soft moan in return of his teasing movments, her back arching a little more into his touch, she tried to look down at him,
but her head laid back against the softness of the couchions bellow her, his warmth and rugged body pressed softly against hers, so much
bigger than she, Shiobi loved every moment of his sweet embrace. \"Wyvern... I love you so much..\" She mumbled lightly, her hands clinging
to his back, resisting the urge to dig her nails into his smooth, perfectly tanned flesh. \"Your so good...\" She mumbled again, her desire
burning within her, seeping out of her intimacy, the sickly sweet scent of her arousal rose around them both, she herself wasnt to fond
of it, but in the past she knew the pheramones drove men wild, she lingered her own hand downwards, collecting a small ammount into her
fingertips, she gently rubbed it against her nipple, rising her hands to his hair again and burrying his mouth over it a bit forcefully,
her hands becoming those of a lover quickly, russling his hair into dissaray, she smiled at his hair lightly, letting out a small giggle
of amusement.. she was so happy with him.

His body glided stealthily down over hers, led by the needing push of her hand to the back of his head, drawing his lips around the
hardened tip of her nipple. The sweetness which she had spread there for him had the effect of liquid cocaine. His breathing increased,
and he grunted slightly, before engorging her nipple in his mouth, drawing as much of her breast as he could into the vaccuum that he was
creating, and sucking fervently. His lithe tongue whipped across and around her swollen nipple within his mouth. Raking his teeth along
her cushiony surface of her bosom, he pulled his head back meticulously, allowing his squared teeth to run red lines around her breast
until the nipple popped freely out into the cold air. The taste of her sweet honey was still on his lips, and running his tongue lovingly
over her other nipple, he pushed his body downwards, gliding his palms along her inner thighs, using his nails to stroke them apart,
caressing in smooth, gentle strokes. His searching tongue wriggled itself down her belly and into the crevice of her bellybutton, delaying
there, as he squeezed her thighs, tasting the flecks of sweat appearing on her lovely body.

Another soft groan rose from her lips, she knew that her flavor would wake him up terribly, she clutched tightly to his hair, moaning
loudly as his teeth and tongue caressed her perfectly, his sheer knowlage of what she enjoyed drove her mad with need for him, she spread
her legs a little wider, a small sheen rising on her body, the thick air within the cabin laced with his masculine scent as well, she loved
every second of his adoring embrace. Her intimacy leaked with her need for him, her heat and want unamatched by anything she had ever
experinced.... Did love truly intensify love making so? She had no idea, but it seemed to take that effect on them both. \"W-Wyvern!\" She
called for him, his teasing kisses and touches driving her mad, she bucked her hips lightly, rubbing them softly against his, exerting
her need onto him.

The nighttime had only just fallen over the darkened abyss, guarded by one man, His name unknown, his title, everywhere. The man formally
known as Nightmare rose his massive, strong arms into the air, stretching after a rather long day, he had killed a few monsters that day,
or they could have been called men, but transformed and corrupted by the sword that rested in the chasm bellow. He lay back against the
soft grass for a moment, his ears perking suddenly, hearing the sound of a voice, sweet and angelic, he could not really describe it, but
it was beautiful, faint and lovely. He sat up, lifting his large Glam sword, resting it on his shoulder and walking in the direction of
the miniscule singing voice, he eventually came onto a deep river’s resting point, the calm waters surface only broken by an illustrious
form, His eyes widened greatly, seeing the slender body of a young girl, her back turned to him, he couldn’t help but let his eyes travel
over her smooth, luscious back. Licking his lips lightly, he lowered his eyes, feeling rather guilty for spying on the young girl, by the
sounds of her happy tune she surely thought herself to be alone, cleaning the suds from her hair he smiled, she was very beautiful, her
tiny frame and dark flesh, only accented by her raven tresses, he had yet to see her eyes, though he knew them inside to be lovely none
the less, her cute visage and long eyelashes portraying her to be no more than maybe fifteen… he felt rather disgusted in himself for
standing there, gawking at her, he eventually cleared his throat, breaking the softness of her singing, bringing silence.
She turned around quickly, covering her body with a gasp, she ducked beneath the water to conceal herself, only glaring at the man on the
land, leaning against his rather massive sword, she trailed her eyes over him momentarily, he was very handsome, but she wasn’t thinking
about that at the moment.
“Hentai! What are you doing?” She barked at him, hatred and disgust in her eyes, Siegfried merely grinned, his eyes directly on hers.
“I might ask you the same thing, what brings you so deeply into this part of the forest? Surely you must be searching for something?”
He questioned her, many people and creatures from all over had come to try and gain back the power and awaken the darkness within the
Soul Edge and soul Calibur, even someone as beautiful as the girl before him… he truly did not want to kill her, but as the guardian of
the swords, he would do as he had to.
“Ive been training, fool, there is surely nothing of interest this deeply in the forest… And as for searching for something, why are you
here?” She said, raising her nose in the air, she swam over to her things, pulling out a thin soft sheet, gradually pulling herself out
of the water, but keeping herself hidden from his eyes.
Again, Siegfried couldn’t help but grin at her snide and quick remarks. “I am doing a rather important quest you might say…” He trailed
off, unwilling to tell her of his position in this forest, surely it wasn’t something that she knew of, and if he could keep it out of her mind, maybe she wouldn’t think him so much of a monster like others did… He had lost his horrific arm, after his parting from the sword it eventually returned to its normal state… well, almost, it wasn’t quite there yet, but he could conceal it under his armour.
Talim rose an eyebrow to the man, drying off her face a little, she walked closer to him curiously. “Oh really? A quest? What kind of
quest?” She asked, standing before him, or rather, bellow him, he was at least seven or eight inches above her, she had to look up to see
into his eyes, which were lowered, looking down at her with a keen interest. She took a small moment to look over his features, his sharp
features and cold, strangely unpupiled blue eyes looked down to her, she felt a little frightened before him, his broad chest and
shoulders only accented by the heavy armour he wore. His hair was very long, reaching almost below his elbows, cut around his face just
bellow his chin, shielding what she could make out only to be a scar on his eye, not taking away at all from his exquisite features.


Upon hearing her sweet, melodious voice, ringing out in the pleasure he was giving her, he smiled, his tongue still thrust into the lovely
crevice of her bellybutton. Suckling softly, his hand glided up the smooth surface of her inner thigh, trickling his fingertips
tantalizingly along the soft skin. His mouth lowered ever so slowly, taking his time as he adored to tease her, his chin rustling against
the curls of her triangle brushing back and forth. His hand reached the forbidden folds of her womanhood, and with the hands of a lover
cupped her intimacy, exerting light pressure against it as he rubbed the full length of her slit with his entire palm in an up and down
motion. His middle finger glided stealthily through the moistness of her lovehole, fingering her lightly, sweetly, purposefully, rolling
his finger against her entrance as he pushed the heel of his palm deliberately against the swollen nub between the folds of her lips.
Nipping the soft, tender skin in pecking love bites, he lowered himself further, raising those inquisitive yellow eyes to watch the
contortions of her expression, revelling in every moment as he brushed his lips against the very top of her sweetness, her nectar
fulfilling his senses as he breathed baited breath along her love line.


Her mind reeled with his touch, surely he must have known that he was driving her completely mad, his touch making her lightheaded, only
able to give small groans and happy moans, her small body shivered with his exquisite caress, she could do nothing but lay there, her hands
running through his silken locks, burrying his mouth against her, his hot breath making her shiver, she arched her back, her small mouth
comming open slightly, breathing out her pleasure, letting his name pass over her cherry lips. She tried her best to look down, meeting
with his amber escapes, she melted into his grasps, his eyes always having a detremental effect on her composure, which by that point was
almost non existant.
Another fighting gasp passed over her lips, she clutched onto his form, almost pulling his hair out she clung to him so tightly, calling
his name as she leaked her need all over his lips.

Her ecstasy was palpable, and set goosebumps raising along his forearms, and the hair standing erect on the back of his neck. Her fingers
gripped and released the smooth locks of his hair, and he complied readily with her needs. The sound of her voice... it was the most
beautiful, the most arousing thing he had ever heard. Nuzzling against her sensitivity, his lips kissed her womanhood tenderly, barely
brushing his lips back and forth before parting them, and slinking his tongue through the soft mass. Using his tongue as an erect prong,
he dug it to the heart of her slit, sinking it profoundly, and pressing his face against her sweetness excitedly. He proceeded to lap at
her, opening his mouth wide and closing the wetness over her heat, and suckling loudly, so that the small cabin was filled with the soft,
obscene, yet wonderful sounds. His fingernails jabbed almost painfully into her thighs as he held them wide apart, sneaking his
forefingers beneath her knees and massaging the velvety area behind the leg, eating her hungrily, devouring her fluids with gusto

A low groan had emmited from her throat, feeling the harded, wet muscle that was his loving tongue dipping into her passaged, pulling out
and devouring her juices, making her head spin with the pleasure of it all. \"W-Wyvern..\" She whispered, comming out in a barely audible
voice, her eyes bearing the lust that she could barely contain, her entire boddy shuddered beneath his, almost as if in a spasam of lust,
she called his name louder, so that surely the driver could hear her moans and pleas, she always was rather loud during thier unions, but
she had good reason, his touch was exquisite, birthing her with orgasm after orgasam... much like it did to her again within that cabin.
\"oh.. Gods!\" She called out, feeling her body give into her lust, shaking with her desire, spilling out onto his awaiting tounge, her
entire body seem to arch, only to fall back with a grunt of slight exaustion, but still craving him, she laid beneath him, her hands still
softly caressing his hair.


Her orgasm was like a swift running river, the juices that spilled in a boiling flood over his waiting lips and tongue, as sweet as nectar
could possibly be, and he lapped it up greedily, sucking deeply as he drank her dry... or as dry as he could, for even when he had lapped
as much as he could, she remained glistening, lubricant, and so beautifully enticing. Raising himself from between her legs, Wyvern levered
himself up so that they were lying face to face, with his body weight heavy upon her, and the hardness of his manhood settled suggestively
along the slit of her womanhood. Smiling down upon her young visage, he allowed her to catch her breath, pressing his lips lovingly over
her cheeks and forehead, revelling in the lovely massage her fingers were gifting his hair. \"My sweet darling...\" he whispered, listening
to every whimper of her breaths, nuzzling against her tenderly between kisses, one hand supporting his upper body so as not to crush her
beneath his superior weight, the other cupping her cheek, and grazing the smooth surface of her pearly white skin, his heart throbbing for
this lovely...beautiful heart beneath him.


She blushed softly, his comments always having that effect on her, his soft, sweet touches making her crazy for him, she couldnt get over
her luck. \"Im so lucky to have found you Wyvern\" She whispered softly, her hands falling out of his hair, trailing down over his chest,
she relished in the firmness of his body, his rippled strength making her sigh with pleasure, feeling him so close to her. she gave a small
squirm, having his rigid rod pressed against her womanhood, he reached down, parting her own folds for him, pulling him in deeper to her
entrance. \"I love you\" She said softly, her hair pooling around her head like a curious pink halo her eyes darkened with need, lips
reddened by his, he pulled both her hands over her head, resting them there, laid out like a gift to him, a shy smile on her lips,
she opened her legs a little wider for his much larger body, she watched his movements rather closely, his huge masculine form moving over
her... she loved every second with him, closing her eyes for a moment, just breathing in the secent of thier lovemaking.

Glancing down as she guided him in, he viewed the sweet pinkness that so often caused his heart to flutter, and his loins to throb. Meeting
her evanescent eyes once more, he breathed in deeply as her heat engulfed him, helping her with the gentle pressure of his hips, surging
his rigidity into her intimacy inch by inch. He never broke eye contact with her, intensifying the moment, and sending the flush rushing to
his cheeks as his breath came in short bursts. Rolling his hips, he could feel his member fondling her within, and the sensation was
unbearably amazing. Lowering his lips to hers, he kissed her, softly at first, as their love making had started, sinking himself fully to
the hilt, and gasping at their attaining of that higher place, known in his country as the prelude to heaven. His teeth nibbled on her
lower lip, tugging as he began to rutt slowly, agonizingly slowly, drawing out their shared bliss into heart wrenching torture, that
fulfilled their every artery, and yet stimulated them such that they craved for more... and more... and he began to give it, supporting
himself with his arms so he could just look down upon her, as his hips thumped lightly against her open thighs,

Her gasps became short, her breathing was drawed out exhales and swift inhales, feeling his body above hers, his power, the lust filled
sensation in his eyes, reflecting her own, also marred with her unchanging affection for him, she smiled softly, arching her back a little
as he began to gain a stready pace, her arms wrapped around his nect, running through his lightly purple hair, she grinned a little,
changing her position slightly, a little trick one of the girls had mentioned to her a while ago now, she tensed her stomach muscles,
opening her thighs a little more, casing the tightness around his length to become plenty more obvious, and his rutting to be more felt
along her insides. Her eyeslids fluttered, gasping again, but not releasing her muscles, enjoying the esctacy like feeling of having him
within her, she pulled him closer to her, there lips lingering over eachother, both breathing heavily, his sweet scent mingling with her
own, the heat within the small cabin was incredible, but somehow felt modest, wondering if the driver could see them, but to caught up in
his perfected lovemaking to look away from his eyes... Oh his eyes, so incredible, the softness they bore with her, the coldness he could
show to others, like the man that tried to rape her, she pushed it from her toughts, looking back up to them again, mesmurized in his touch
. \"I love you so much.\" she mumbled against his lips, feeling her climax slowly near, her body clasping tighter to his, burrying him deeper
within her.

He had never experienced such overwhelming emotion before, the depth of the lust in those beautiful eyes before him, the depth of their
need, the depth of their love, bespoke themselves in the melody of her voice ringing out, in mews, murmurings, and moans. His chest felt
as if there were a hornets hive within, buzzing madly, and feeling his bosom with a constricting pain, but a pain that was so wonderful
and maganimous in its beauty, he could not prevent himself from gasping, her name rolling over his tongue along with the words that
responded directly to her own, \"Shiobi... I love you... sweet gods... i love you...\" His hips rose against hers, his muscles clenching as
the softness of their love making slowly gained pace as he felt his climax rising rapidly, swamping over him, taking the both of them to
the nirvana at the summit of the ripcurl, before suddenly, his eyes clenching closed in the blissful ecstasy that erupted from his heart.
He released deep within her, his hips never ceasing their endless momentum, filling her with his hardness, with his lust, spilling out into
her in the thick, familiar streams, filling her with his love.

She had climaxed with him, pouring out her love for him, that insatible lust as she called his name, clinging tightly to him, she relaxed
after a few moments, exaustion seemed to have gotten the better of her, it had been an excrutiatingly long day. She looked up to his eyes
... God, he was so perfect, she loved everything about him, right to the sweet breath that was mingling with her own. She ran her fingers
down his cheek, just basking in his presence, looking onto his handsome visage, a small, contented sigh passing her lips. \"Im going to miss
this so much when we get to Feladon\" Shesaid fleetingly, rubbing his cheek with her tiny fingertips, she couldnt help but wonder just what
was going to happen in that place, everything was so new, and she couldnt wait to get there. \"Wyvern... Tell me what My life will be Like
in Feladon\" She asked softly, watching his eyes intently.

His chest heaving against hers, he gathered his strength and enough air to be able to respond. As she strokes his cheek with his fingertips
, he leant his cheek against her palm, kissing each finger individually, his eyes closed in harmony as they remained in that position for
a few minutes. His member began to grow limp within her, and he withdrew himself from her sweetness, rolling beside her, an arm draped out
under her so that they lay together. \"Life in Feladon...\" he mused in his foreign lilt, thinking about it himself. He had not been able to
give it serious reflection, the heat of their love bearing down upon them like a tumultous whirlwind and whisking them off in their
undulating joy. He turned to regard her with his searching topaz orbs, kissing her gently on the forehead as he began to reply. \"Life for
the two of us...will be difficult in Feladon. My marriage to Elthron will prevent us from being seen wandering together in public. We shall
have to employ you in the royal service as a scribe, a cleaner, a librarian for our archives... anything really that you feel you will be
able to handle. That way, we should be able to see each other in daylight without arousing too much suspicion. Nightimes will be easier
to see one another... but there again, we must be vitally careful for the secret not to leak to the ears of someone like Terak... the
result would be fatal.\" He paused, reaching across the cabin to a long stemmed pipe, stuffing the end of it with some sweet smelling herb,
and lighting it with one of the candles nearby. It was an old habit, that had passed on generation to generation.

She nodded softly, just using his words, trying to get a mental image in her head of what it was going to be like.. she felt that she could
handle it, it would be much nicer than that horrid place.. at least she would be earning her room and board like a normal human being and
not some sex slave. A smile passed her lips, she she snuggled into his chest, the sweet scent of his smoking filled the cabin slowly, she
relished in it, closing her eyes and sighing happily, falling asleep like that, her small lips parted, the petite frame curled up on his
him as her long pink hair seemed to cover her naked body like a blanket, sheilding her pale, milky skin from the eyes of any onlookers,
not on purpose though. She slept for quite some time, her exausted little body seemed drawn out from the trip, though it had only just
begun, this was the only time she had ever really departed her past... now she was leaving everything behind, it was exciting. She awoke
slowly, giving out a small girlish moan of resistance.

He was still fast asleep, his body half covered by the woolen blanket he had hauled over them during the night, to shield the both of them
from the gathering cold. The carriage had ceased moving, indicating that the driver was resting as well, his steady snoring penetrating
even into the small cabin that was their temporary home. Wyvern lay unmoving under the body of Shiiobii, one arm spread as a pillow for his
love, her pink hair cascading over and around it like ivy around a great, stone pillar. His other lay up above his head, his neat,
rounded nails scratching the back of his head absentmindedly in his slumber, grunting as if in response to her light moan. It resounded
in his mind, strumming the chords of the previous night, and bringing those sweet memories flooding back to him and almost waking him up
in their beauty. Instead, he murmurs, and resettles himself into sleeping, his dreams filled with the girl who was currently laying upon
him, and the girl that had taken that immortal place in his heart. It was dawn, and the nightangales had given way to the skylarks,
chirping their morning tune through the windows.

Thier sweet and comfortable sleeping went on like that till around mid morning, when Shiobi\'s little form squrimed once again, she light
rising and falling of Wyvern\'s chest seemed to be like the rocking off a boat on a sea to her sleeping body, she curled into him tighter,
resiting the sunlight only for a short while, her eyes raised up to Wyvern, making a smile pass over her soft rosepedal lips, she pulled
herself up slowly, spreading herself out on him stomach down, her lips almost brushing his ear, whispering some nameless tune into his
ear, while her hand lightly stroked through his mauve locks, caressing him tenderly, just taking in the sweet angelic picture of him
sleeping... it was almost amusing, how one as strong and commanding as Wyvern could look as innocent as a little boy in his sleep. A
brief giggle passed her lips, she kissed his ear lightly, wanting him to rouse desperately, she was indeed curious how much longer it
would be untill they reached thier knew home.

A grumbling purr resounded in the depths of Wyvern\'s chest, yet another heritage from the Feladon\'s link to the feline creatures lost in
centuries of myth. Visibly, the light kiss on the sensitive spot of his ear had proven to have struck gold. Now obviously only half
asleep, yet pretending to still be in the realms of slumber, Wyvern smirked and reached his spare arm over, scooping the miniature girl
against him and squeezing her tightly in a bearlike hug, burying his face into the curtains of silken pink hair and breathing in
profoundly, his mighty chest heaving against her smaller, malleable one. \"Good morning little princess...\" he murmured, his deep voice
betraying the smile that was spread across his features as he held her as close to him as possible in the early morning sunlight, his
palm supporting her body easily in the small of her back, one leg between lifting and draping itself over hers, as if he were leaching
himself to her permanently. \"Mine...all mine...\" he muttered, claiming her, forbidding her to move with the power of his masculine prowess.


She let out a msall meep as he clasped onto her, she giggled at his words. \"Yes, and I\'ll always be yours Wyvern\" She whispered back to
him, leaning on his broad chest, both her arms spread across him, bending at the elbows so she could rest her chin on her hands. She just
happily watched him claim her for his own, not like she had any objection to it, she had given herself and even asked for him many times
brfore in the short life of thier heated romance. She yawned a little, covering her small mouth lightly with a dainty hand, before tiredly
resting her head back on his slowly rising and falling chest. \"Wyvern... Im all dirty...\" She mumbled, looking down on herself, indeed,
she was still coated with the thin layer of his seed on her lions, the rest of her felt sweaty. We need to bathe desperately\" She said with
a giggle, the scent of thier love making still lingered within the cabin, it smelt sweet to Shiobi, and surely the same to Wyvern, but
anyone else would find it disgusting. \"Would you ask the driver to stop for a little bit?\" she asked him softly, a tiny pout on her morning
lips, softly tinged like a pink rose, she loooked up to him innocently.. she was rather good with getting her own way with that cute look.


His eyes did not open for a few seconds longer, enjoying that rare moment of bliss when in between sleeping and waking, when the dreams
become as true as reality, and veracity took on the soft romanticism of the world of slumber. Eventually they flickered open, beaming
yellow rays of devotion up to her lovely, innocent face, perched upon her miniature, dainty hands, an angelic expression painted over her
adorable features. Stretching his arms up above his head, grunting with the strain, he cricked his neck from side to side, letting his
breath out in a loud whoosh before settling his hands on that incredibly slim waist of her, his large hands nearly encompassing the entire
girth of her body, as he did so. Leaning up, he kissed her good morning, tasting the night\'s love, still faintly perceptible on her rosy
lips. \"Yes...\" he agrees, those topaz pools of mischief twinkled playfully, \"We need to stop... you need to have a wash... you smell
terrible\" He teased her, not meaning a word of it, his white teeth flashing as he purposely tried to draw a reaction from his darling.

She let out a huff and wrinkled her nose, a mock look of disgust on her lips. \"You dont look or smell any better\" She recoiled lightly,
kissing his lips softly back before pulling her body up off his, streaching her body upwards, her hands going lightly over her head and
bending at the elbows, she let out a small meep in the strech before breathing out quickly, settling back against him comfortably, litting
on his chest and watching his expression beneath her. \"So, wheres this infamous pond or river or whatever?\" She asked curiously,
pulling herself over to her things, clumsily pulling through them with her back to him, hauling out her bathing supplies she took with
her, looking to the bottles slowly... Yep, Shampoo, smelling of lillies, lotions and soaps of the same scent, she wrapped a fuzzy
white towel around her swiftly, thowing her things into another and turning it into a small carrying bag. \"when do we leave\" she said with
a grin, sitting back down on the cushioned ground.

Propping a pair of the royal red pillows up against the carriage wall, Wyvern propped himself up against the cushions, his topaz eyes
running appraisingly over the young form of the girl who knelt in her sweet nakedness, discarding her robes and drawing a towel around
her form. Her skin was flawless, unblemished, ivory and gleaming with the oiliness of good health. Her hair was one of her most
disconcerting facets, a lustrous cerise, flowering down her smoothly curved back in undulating waves of brilliance. His eyes travelled
lower, sashaying over the firm, round mounds of her posterieur. A fluffy towel swept over the heavenly sight and she turned back to him,
his eyes scurrying back up to hers just in time guiltily, smiling sheepishly to cover his voyeuristic culpability. “The river is close by…
as is the lake it flows through in the natural basin of the Vaunginard.” His tongue flickered with that foreign tinged accent, rolling
nasally over the name of the lake. Standing and turning his own back to her, he knocked on a small panel near the ceiling, drawing it
open and calling out to the driver. “Pull us over at Vaunginard when we get there.” A mere grunt of reply ensued, followed by a
knowledgeable chuckling, obviously linked with the sounds of intimacy which had issued from the wagon he was driving the previous night.
“Watch yourself…” Wyvern threatened half jovially, a stern expression on his face, but this only brought more chortles of mirth from beyond
the panel. He shut it with a loud clap, moving back over to Shiiobii and nuzzling against her cheek with his lips,
“very soon my flower…water shall rinse you of the sheen of dirt I have created on you… and we shall bathe together in heavens waters”

She blushed horribly when she could hear the driver chuckle, she looked away and squrimed a little, having been so caught in the moment
with Wyvern she must have been pretty loud... Her cheeks flushed even more at this, for some reason she felt modest around his followers
and even him, she was no longer a whore, a sex slave... she was a young woman, pretending to be innocent and pure... A sigh passed her
lips at that thought. She would have to make out like an innocent for his sake, anything that might give her away would be so detremental.
.. She wouldnt allow this Terak man to take Wyverns place, he was the rightful ruler.. she felt some heat rise in her body with the anger
of thinking how split appart his land was.. and it must have surely killed him to think of his home in turmoil, which it surely was, she
had been told of the wars and supposed bandits that kidnapped her. She let another small sigh pass her lips, looking back to him as if
inspecting him. He was so deathly handsome it made her heart cleanch at the very thought of him.. His broad form, the masculinity he
imposed, his strength and kindness that she clung to like a lifeline. Her eyes slowly traveled up to his.. how she loved those amber a
byss\' with a passion.. so calm and warm but quickly changing when ever something arouse, his face always cut to perfection and strong, she
looked away, feeling she was staring to much, then feeling the carriage stop abruptly. \"guess were here then?\" She said with a small smile
and a shrug.

He nodded in agreement as he felt the carriage jolt to a halt. Reaching over to one of the cubicle doors near the ceiling, he withdrew his
own bathing equipment... a bar of soap, and a towel... shampoo was a relatively luxurious acquisition, and he had left this particular
item in his royal quarters in the forests of his homeland. He unlatched the doorway to the outdoors, pushing it open and squinting in the
early morning light. The sun had risen less than a few hours ago and was still shimmering in the whiteness of the dawn sun. Stepping out,
he heaved in a breath of fresh air, tugging the towel around his lower body so that it appeared as if he were wearing a dress, or a
sarong. Looking back over his shoulder he beckoned to the small girl who was looking around almost bemusedly from the doorway of the wagon,
holding his hand out for her to take. Her slender, delicate fingers were so dainty, that he felt his breath pull up short as she slipped
her hand into his, the two lovers setting off for the river ahead side by side, watched with the amused eye of the trusted driver, who was
stretching his legs before snatching a few hours sleep, it had been a long night for him. Wyvern gazed out over the river, calm as a
sleeping baby, hardly a ripple on the surface as the weak current slithered through the very central arena of the basin. It was almost like
a lake, the suns rays reflecting off the surface like diamonds sparkling in their multitudes.

She walked with him closely, mouth agape as she stared out at the beauty of the pond before her, it looked so wonderful. Her eyes traveled
around it, before she released Wyverns hand, walking closely to the edge and testing it with a toe, she shivered a little, steping back.
\"Its awfully cold...\" she said softly, removing her towel slowly and hanging it on a nearby tree, before laying her things down on the the
riverbank, she stepped in slowly, shivering at the contact, she kept walking untill it reached about her tailbone, she held her arms to
her chest. \"Ohh.. its cold!\" She said outloud, looking over her shoulder at Wyvern, glaring playfully. \"Are you just going to stand there
or are you going to join me?\" She asked softly, a smile spreading on her lips as she slowly walked deeper into the cold water, shivering
and gasping a few times, eventually getting all the way in, she swam slowly and a little ungracefully back to her supplies, she picked up
her shampoo, pouring a small ammount in her hand and working the lather into her scalp, letting out a happy murmur of contentment, she was
so glad to be finally cleaning herself, she hadnt felt this dirty in a while, and it wasnt just the events of being with a man who was
almost better a lover than he was looking.. she giggled a little at the thought, leaning back and rinsing her hair slowly.

His topaz pools followed her movement into the glittering stream, wading in gradually in the full splendour of her innocent nudity. He was
mesmerised by the scene, the sun playing its beams of pureness across the undulating ripples that circled out from her, the reflection of
the water shining its sparkles up onto the palen radiance of her ivory skin. The shock of pink hair that curled over her slight shoulders
and followed the smooth curve of her back kept his eyes riveted to the spectacle well after she had stopped and was speaking to him. That
sly, saucy expression in her eyes awoke him from his trancelike state, blushing as he knew that she had been aware of his watching eyes.
He laughed silently to himself as he followed her paddling about in the natural pool waylaid by the river, treading clumsily and striking
out in doggy paddle. It amused him that someone who had had such poise and elegance in walking outside the stream, was literally a fish
out of water once in the coolness of nature\'s folds. Again, he was caught dreaming as she called out to him in her sweet, melodious voice.
Grinning sheepishly, having been enjoying the show she had been putting on for him, he tossed his towel to one side and waded in towards
her, her arms raised above her head as her dainty fingers massaged her scalp full of shampoo. A glint of mischief flickered in his eyes,
before he dove beneath the surface disappearing from view. As a Feladon, he had spent much of his childhood in the numerous lakes, and
river canals that his country held in the countryside and was an adept swimmer. It was not too long before he had kicked his way to the
short, beautiful legs of his love, and grasped them, lifting them up as he broke the surface, shaking his head from side to side, laughing
merrily as droplets showered about, his hands holding firmly to both her ankles

The sudden feeling of his hands grasping around her ankles made her gasp outloud, he pulled her under, only a puff of white suds where her
head used to be. She eventually managed to break the surface of the water, gasping for air and screaming his name \"You! You could have
drowned me!\" she said, spewing a bit of water off her lips, struggling to tread water with her arms while his hands grasped onto her legs,
putting her in a most akward positon, she glared at him between her legs, having the look of a spoiled child, her cheeks puffed out a
little as she pouted, her eyes narrowed with spite.
But she couldnt hold onto it for long... it was Wyvern after all. \"Your so childish\" she said simply, struggling her legs in his arms, but
he was much to strong for her, especially in this prone state. \"Would you mind releasing my legs?\" She said in an almost cold tone, but
only to giggled a little, shaking her head at him. For someone who was suppose to be saving his country and looking after important affairs
... he was having one of his own, childishly but most adorably making his loving hidden girl love him all the more. She stayed silent,
just waiting, thinking.

His eyes continued to twinkle in that wild streak of his, his grin slightly lopsided as it had always been, his neat, square teeth flashing
at her in the morning sunlight. It was indeed cold in the icy realms of the pool, the sandy bottom giving little comfort in terms of
warmth. He could almost feel the throb of her blood as he held onto her ankles, heating through into his palms with his fingers entwined
around their slim forms. Tugging her towards him, his hands glided over her outer thighs teasingly as he drew her against him, \"Drowning
you?...But you misjudge me most unfairly my little Shiiobii\" he chides his features never losing their mischievious glimmers as he pressed
his lower body to hers underwater, her lovely small bosom riding up against his mighty chest as he kissed her softly, before sinking with
her underwater, his lips attached to hers, into the clean, natural waters, blotting the outer world into nothingness as clouds of her
shampoo swamped around them, his arms caressing around her body as he let his footing loose, allowing them to meander below the surface
in that precious world of their own, her lips tasting so delightfully hot with the surrounding iciness of the river.

She clung tightly to him, feeling him slip her beneath the wave of the waters around them, she shivered, but only holding his closer,
the frigid water allowing her to notice thier sped hearbeats that where pressed so closely together, thier lips clinging to eachother
lovingly. The pressure was getting to her, as she would not have been able to hold her breath like Wyvern could, less than a minute and
she was struggling to reach the surface, parting from his lips and slipping out of his arms. She broke the surface with a gasp, only to
dive back under looking for him, her hand reaching out to his slowly, the little light patterns that danced below the waves seemed to
reflect of the sandy bottoms and off of his skin, her own hair floating above her head like bright pink seaweed as she becond him with
her hand, her face looking somewhat like a rodents with her cheeks puffed out with air, unkown to her how silly she must have looked,
blurry eyes concentrated on him.

He looked slightly bemused as she tore away from him and headed for the surface, her small, shapely limbs kicking out furiously as he
watched her from beneath, the angle quietly amusing and pleasurable at the same time. As she came back down to him, her cheeks puffed
out with the air they contained, swivelling her head right and left, her eyes seeming to have increased in circumference giving her a
wide eyed, deer in the headlights expression, the pink mass of her silken hair tumbling and waving through the water kingdom, a net of
salmon tinted glory, it was all he could do to prevent himself from bursting into laughter. His mirth was palpable as he swam easily
towards her, broken light playing across her features like a beautiful abstract painting. Having swum from an early age, and mastered
air suppression in and out of water, he was able to pass three minutes below the surface before submitting to the suffering of lack of
oxygen. He swam effortlessly towards her, his hand taken hers and pecking her on the lips as they kept beneath the surface. Grinning to
her, he nodded his head for her to follow him, taken her hand and leading her through the realms of silence towards the rockface visible
when standing on the banks of the river, and deeper, towards a grotto in near the bottom of the river, gliding under, his hand clasped
firmly around hers and leading her through the darkness under the stone, towards the light that beckoned beyond. When they reached it, he
immediately kicked out towards the glimmering surface above, letting his contained breath billow around him in a stream of bubbles,
breaking the surface and hauling Shiiobii up after him into the hidden cavern.

As soon as she broke the surface she gasped loudly, her hand pressed just under her collarbone as her lungs burnned a little. \"God...\"
she mumbled lightly, whiping the water from her face and looking over to him. \"Do all feladonas Swim like fish?\" she asked raising her
eyebrow, then glancing around the small cavern, she watched the light dancing on the cave walls, she smiled lightly, then glancing back
to him. \"its... beautiful\" she mumbled softly, her face looking even more childlike without the makeup she had been adorned with for her
time with him at the brothel, her eyes clear and even more vibrantly pink, her small face gaining a more pinkish tint then the rouge she
had rubbed on. She swam to him clumsily, wrapping her hands lightly around his neck, shivering involuntarily, her little bottom lip
quivering and a little paled as her eyes turned to him. \"This is beautiful...\" She mumbled slightly, resting her head against his shoulder,
just gaining her energy back... my, she was frail, she thought to herself, hopping that she wasnt assigned to do any extremely labourous
tasks, She just wasnt made for that sort of thing. Shaking the thought from her mind, her eyes glanced around as she stole body heat from
Wyvern greedily. Her life... was changing, and quickly.

His arms held her shivering body against him, feeling the cool lapping of the water\'s surface against their skins, her body warmth causing
his own body to shudder with the duel combination of the oxymoronic water, and their heat. Kissing her forehead lovingly, he whispered
back to her in his husky, lilt of a foreign accent. \"The beauty of this place can not compare with your own Shiobi...\" he murmured,
paddling with her to the side of the pool, his feet attaining a foothold in the smooth, algae coated rock beneath the surface, leading up
to the depths of the forgotten grotto. As they wallowed in the shallows, holding her from the ground whilst he supported the both of them,
he chuckled into her ear, his breath hot against her nape, \"No, not all Feladons are adequate swimmers. Many of them are as we were a
people born and bred in the wild, but numerous are unable to muster a few strokes before they squeal, swallowed under the surface by the
water... much like you darling.\" he teased her unfairly, tweaking her nose with that cheeky grin, knowing that although she was clumsy and
ungainly in the water, she knew enough on the art of swimming in order to survive