Atlas (The Unknown Island)

[Sateema Lunasi]

Delphine.

From her window looking out over the castle entrance, Delphine suddenly pauses. From the window, she witnesses two of the castle guards shove a cloaked figure aside into a bale of hay that waits for the guards horses. From here, she thinks this cloaked figure is a female. The guards recent brutal behavior of the people would not be tolerated by Delphine. The Queen did not tolerate it, but in her busy schedule, she did not often see it first hand. Muttering a brief apology to Ley, the girl who quietly ate her dinner, Delphine wrapped a thin shawl around her shoulders and raced down the winding marble stairs, to the entrance, and then to the drawbridge.

When the guards see her, they stop and bow, not that they know her name, or that she carries any respectibility to them, but because of that braid, the jewel on her forhead and the simple gold circlet worn at her crown. Signs of royalty, even if she were not a Queen or a Duchess. She was one of the Queen's ladies, which means she will marry a man of high royalty, a Duke, A Prince, perhaps a King. It would do no good for them to anger her now.

"What do you think you are doing?" she demanded, glaring at the two guards responsible.

"Jus' takin' care o' some vagrants, M'Lady. Nuthin; ta concern yerself wit'."

Glancing quickly at the figure that slowly, carefully stands up from the hay, indeed a woman and shrouded in a tattered cloak, Delphine looks angrily back at the guard who spoke.

"I will decide what concerns me."

She hears the guard grunt and mutter something under his drunken breath. The second guard is a tiny bit smarter and remaines quiet. The first guard, a fat man with too many days of beard growth, looks boldly at Delphine then, and she feels his eyes on the damp cloth of her chemise. The man must be insane to say such a think, but her ears do not fail her,

"I'da bet you'd make a fine fuck, indeed, a fine fuck..."

Delphine's movements are slow, ferile and calculated. She moves to the man, letting him think what he wants. The whiskey on his breath is a stench and he is not fit to be a guard. In what seems like a split second, Delphine's hand soots out and finds the man's steel dagger, worn at his belt, and she has it in her hand. The steel point is pressed wickedly against the lump at his throat and she says in a voice that would make mercenaries squirm,

"You will leave here. I dismiss you. If I see your face or hear your name in my presence, I will cut out your heart."

The man scrambles his wits about him and in a realization that this woman means every word she says, he runs. Fast. Delphine simply glances at the other and he quickly returns to his post, wanting to keep his job, and his throat.

When the two are clear, Delphine sees the cloaked figure,

"It is safe for you now. You may present yourself. What is your name?"

 

[Hawthorne]

"Imoshen..." Imoshen says quietly, her voice is scratchy and when she says her name it sounds crude and roughly sounded. She realises that since the death of her parents she has barely spoken... there has been no one to speak to.
"Imoshen... of the Vaars, the snow lands." She explains.
The woman in front of her nods, seems to think this over. To Imoshen this is the most beautiful woman she has ever seen, one of very few. There is youth and vitality within her soft flesh that Imoshen has only ever recognised in herself. In another, it is poignant. She longs to touch it, taste it, certify that, indeed, this woman is real.
"And what is your trade, Imoshen of the Vaars?" The woman asks.
"My parents... my parents were warriors." Imoshen responds. "For the Snow Lands King... before the plague of those people. I was to be likewise... an assassin."
At this, the woman's eyes glimmer. Were such a trade to have been carried out, the young girl's dagger would have been sharpened for her.
Before the woman can phrase her next question Imoshen blanches. A sudden wave of nausea creeps up inside her and she reaches out to steady herself, grasping this strange woman's arm for support and feeling, beanth the gentle bone, a resilent strength.
"Are you all right?" The woman asks.
"Many days..." Imoshen whispers hoarsely. "Since I have slept."

 

[Dosmo]

Aragon

Puttin down his boat outside is small hut Aragon stands up admiring the fine day it is today. Turning his head he catches a glimpse of what apprears to be Lady Delphine.

Knocked out of his reverie he follows. It is indeed lady Delphine. But who is that with her?

He has been spurred by his own curiosity and need to see the lady that Aragon decides he will go to the castle tonight.

With memories of his morning with Delphine running thourgh his mind, Aragon walks back to his hut, to wait for nightfall

 

[lustinginnocence]

Ley

OOC: Ley is relatively short and slender, standing at 5'3. She has very short black hair and emerald green eyes. Her body is very lithe and strong, and she has small, perky breasts (32b).

IC: Ley answers Lady Delphine's questions dutifully. She had not expected to be treated with such generosity, and it made her relax a little. At the mention of having to sleep in the same room as this beautiful woman Ley blushes, which she hopes is hidden by the reflection of the setting sun on her face. Everything is going very well. She has been offered a job, and even though there will be a lot of work, she knows she will enjoy it. She has been offered a bed, and so close to a woman of standing! And now delicious food had been put in front of her.

While eating she watches Lady Delphine go around the room, lighting candles. She had felt a little uncomfortable when she had taken off her bodice, but she was now mesmerized by the sight of her body's shadow underneath the chemise. She couldn't take her eyes off Lady Delphine's beautiful curves and almost choked on her food.

Then Lady Delphine took in a sharp breath while looking out the window. Her face slightly tinted red with anger she murmurs an apology and leaves the room.

 

[lustinginnocence]

Carla

Left on her own Leylandia stands up and wanders around the room. Several valuable objects are scattered around and she eyes them hungrily. She could survive for a whole year with a single one of these items! Her hand snakes out and a silver brush has disappeared in the folds of her dress. Her skills are still strong she thinks before putting the brush back on the low table.

She looks at the door Lady Delphine left through and sighs. If it had been anyone else, she would have taken everything she could and left without a second's thought. But not with this Lady. Something about her made her feel... Special. She had never been so well cared for, nor the object of such attention.

And, she thought after a while, she could have sworn Lady Delphine was showing her body off for Ley to see...

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

Delphine.

With a sigh of half exhaustion and half irritation, Delphine brings the woman named Imoshen to her room, trying to pass the other guards without much notice. She cannot believe she is doing this, one night and already she has two people depending on her! But this poor woman was tired, and hungry no doubt, and Delphine would not turn her away after such a treatment at her door. Compassion was something few courtiers possessed, but Delphine possessed in abundance, perhaps too much for her own good. Just in case, Delphine kept the steel dagger close at hand.

Opening her chamber door, Delphine looks at Leylandia and says,
"Make a pallet please, near the fire, and call upon Aidan for another plate of food...have him bring water for a bath..."

Imoshen looks near exhaustion and Delphine worries the girl will collapse. With a tenderness usually reserved for midwives, Delphine lays the girl near the fire and takes a blanket from the chaise to wrap her in. As Delphine looks at the girl, she focuses those coal black eyes and goes deeper into the girl's mind, into her thoughts, her memories...

There is misery, hunger, a long travel on a winding road, weariness, sickness...and death.

Quickly Delphine retracts back to her own reality here in this lush and safe room. But she feels tears on her own cheeks. This poor woman has seen so much. Delphine raises up in time to see young Aidan with a tray of hot food, and another servant carrying two steaming pails of water, a third carrying a feather mat. They place these items quickly and leave. Delphine sees Leylandia close the door behind them and look at Delphine curiosly.

Throwing the shawl from her shoulders, Delphine engages in filling the wooden tub in the corner of the room with steaming water. She bends over the back of the tub and takes from a small velvet pouch a bit of herbs and spices that smell wonderful, exotic and have a relaxing effect. The water swirls with steam and inviting warmth. As she raises up again to see how Imoshen and leylandia are faring, she realizes that she has spilled water down the front of her white chemise, making it soaking wet and embarrassingly transparent. her taut toffee colored nipples are easily visable beneath the clinging thin fabric and the cloth clings to her every curve, making even the subtle indentation of her navel apparent.

Oh come now! There is no time for modesty...besides, we are all women. She thinks.

"We shall put you in the bath, Imoshen. This spice, Kesselia spice, will make you feel so much better." she says to the mysterious woman.

She looks at Leylandia then and says,
"Thank you, Leylandia. We will have our baths after we take care of this woman. I feel that she is...special somehow. And I feel that you are special as well."

Realizing as she glances at this strange woman, Imoshen, that the castle, for all it's luxuries, has a limited supply of heated water at this time of night, she adds with a bit of embarrassment,

"I am affraid we shall have to share a bath. We will only have a ration enough for one left. Surely you understand." Then, with a low, smokey voice she would not think existed in her before Aragon's passions ignited her, she adds,

"You might find sharing a bath with me, even enjoyable." Delphine leans toward Leylandia and thanks the girl with an embrace and a lingering kiss on the lips. Common to kiss on the mouth among nobles, or even to touch the tongue to the tongue of another, but Delphine feels a heat in this woman, leylandia, her new friend, that she now recognizes as passion. While the embrace lingers, Delphine allows her body to press against Leylandia's, her breasts a crush against the girl. Suddenly, Delphine has ideas about leylandia...that perhaps this woman would make a fit lover as well...she had never thought of this before...a female lover...

But she returns her attentions to the woman, Imoshen, and waits for her to enter the bath.

 

[lustinginnocence]

Ley

Leylandia does as she is told and runs out of the room to fetch Aidan and water for a bath. When she comes back she sees Lady Delphine seated very close to the stranger and poring into her eyes and she feels a pang of jealousy.

Lady Delphine straightens up and starts preparing the bath for the stranger. Her chemise gets wet in the process and Ley can clearly see her breasts now, and the nipples stretching the thin fabric. Suddenly she feels a fire grow in her belly and spread downwards, between her legs.

Lady Delphine is talking to her and Ley snatches herself out of her reverie and hears Lady Delphine saying: "You might find sharing a bath with me, even enjoyable".

Lady Delphine then walks across to her and embraces her, kissing Ley's lips. The kiss becomes more passionate as Ley abandons herself to it. She feels Lady Delphine's body press against her and her breasts rubbing against hers.

Her body is aflame now. She feels a yearning she never thought could have existed for another woman, for this woman. She places her arms around Lady Delphine, whimpering in her excitement as she feels the other woman's tongue part her lips and seek hers.

She feels her own nipples harden as they rub against Lady Delphine's and she suddenly wishes to have them touched, kissed, licked. She can feel the wetness spread between her legs and as Lady Delphine withdraws from the kiss, she says huskily: "I am here but to server you Milady, in anyway you desire."

 

[Hawthorne]

Imoshen
Imoshen watches the exchange between the two women, sensing the heightened awareness of each to the other. Along time ago she sensed the same seep of warmth between her mother and father. They shared a passionate, albeit short, marriage and it is this bonding of minds, souls, hearts and bodies that Imoshen wishes one day to find.
"Come now," the woman says quietly, ushering Imoshen to the bath. She reaches out to unclasp the silver fur coat but Imoshen steps back reflexively. This ladies long fingers are hovering near her body and the possibility of their contact frightens Imoshen.
"Let me," Imoshen says in her new found gravelly voice. She slips open the buckle and the pillars of her silky robe pool at her feet. Beneath she wears a small dress of white bear fur. The top ties behind her neck, the bottom at her side. As she turns toward the hot tub the material gapes, revealing the small pale breasts and the high sloping buttocks of her virginal body. And yet, as the fur is carefully drawn away the two women become aware of Imoshen's strength. She is quite tall and though slim, her arms and legs are corded with muscle. Scars mar the surface of her skin, one slashed across her stomach and several small ones on her legs. On her left arm is the tatooed crest of the Vaars.
Imoshen senses them looking at this.
"My people are dead." She reassures them. "I have no reason to harm you."

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

Delphine.

Looking into the eyes of Leylandia, Delphine feels a flush of warmth in her face, and a familiar liquid heat between her legs...

But there is no time for that now. First, the mystery of this woman, Imoshen. Then, perhaps...Leylandia.

Delphine reluctantly pulls herself from Leylandia and savors those words,

"I am here to serve you, in any way you wish..."

Indeed.

She turns her attentions to Imoshen, who is weak and tired.

"Allow me to help you..." Delphine begins to casually, almost clinically, remove the tattered layers of clothing from the woman. They drop to the floor in a scattered mess. Taking Imoshen by the arm and feeling Leylandia's help from the other side, they help Imoshen stretch in the tub and the water washes over her. The woman has bruises. Deep purple bruises on her arms and ribs. A pang of anger at the treatment of this woman sets into Delphine's soul, but this is not the time for that. First, Imoshen gets a bath, then we shall see she eats, has her wounds tended to and gets at least one good night's sleep, before we interrogate the poor girl.

Gently, with the manner of a nursemaid, Delphine and Leylandia tend to the woman, who is nodding off into sleep. As Delphine carefully washes and applies healing herbs to a darkly bruised wound at Imoshen's shoulder, Delphine notices something amusing in Leylandia's eyes...jealousy. Yes, jealousy. The sweet girl was jealous of Delphine's attentions to Imoshen. Delphine lowered her head, pretending to be focused on a task, when in fact, she was hiding a self-satisfied smile from her servant.

Soon enough, Imoshen was clean, her wounds tended to as best as was possible. A feather mat had been put down by Aidan very near the fireplace and with a soft ring of the bell, Aidan was again called forth to draw another bath.

When the tub was steaming with water and scented with the faintest hint of Jadinsi Oil, Delphine began to unlace her chemise. She gave a long, smoldering look at leylandia, who stood near the window.

"Would you join me?"

Leylandia looked up quickly and nodded a yes. Delphine smiled and peeled the wet cloth from her curves, revealing lush breasts, hardened nipples and a tapered waist, gently curved out to flared hips, shapely thighs and a dark thatch of curling hair at her pubis. With a gesture that was partly for show, she raised an arm above her head and slipped out the crystal wand that held the intricate braid winding around the crown of her head, then released the other braid, which flowed in a long rope down her back and to her thighs. A veil of silky dark waves fell around her shoulders, tickling her skin.

This was inappropriate, even unheard of, for a courtier to show her hair unbound to a commoner! But to hell with rules, she thought. The rules had always seemed silly and ignorant.

Delphine moved closer to leylandia and saw that the girl was nervous. She wondered if leylandia was new to lovemaking? Perhaps as new as Delphine was? No matter, Delphine set out to relieve some of the jelousy the girl had obviously felt. With that smoldering look in place, tranfixing Leylandia, Delphine let the girl see into Delphine's mind now...burning desire...images... flashing... hand touching... wet sex... secret lips like blooming flowers... tongue against the innermost part of her...

Delphine said nothing, just felt the girl melt into her arms and the kiss that followed was the epitome of heat. With a smile, Delphine pulled away and went to the bath, casting a sidelong glance to let Leylandia know she was...most welcome.

Delphine submerged herself in the inviting water and began to lather her body with slick, exotic smelling oil. She worked the oil into her hair and let the long silky strands cling to her slin like small ropes. She felt Leylandia enter the bath, and for the first time she saw the girl naked.

Leylandia was beautiful, a beauty more akin to a courtier than a commoner. The girl seemed shy though and not sure of being in a bath with another woman. Delphine was not affraid of anything. Courtiers were taught that when the time came, sex was a fierce force of nature, an art by design. Moving close to leylandia again, she kissed the girl's lips, darting her tongue into the girl's sweet mouth. Delphine traced soft caresses on Leylandia's skin, letting her hand move over her shoulder to her breast and feel the softness there. The girl's nipple pebbled at her first touch. With a careful precision, Delphine rolled the hardened little nipple in ther thumb and finger and then bent to take it into her mouth and suckle it.

Delphine raised her head and placed a gentle kiss on leylandia's lower lip. Then she smiled with the mischievious grin of a vigin in a whorehouse.

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

OOC: Oops, cross posted with Imoshen! Shall we assume Imoshen is asleep at her pallet, or perhaps watching our little exchange? Up to you ;-)

 

[Hawthorne]

OOC: You can assume I'm asleep on my pallet but I'll be watching...

IC:
Though Imoshen is not facing the bath she can hear the sounds of lovemaking. The soft wash of the water over naked skin, the suck of lips on flesh, the rub of one curve into another.
A shot of sexual desire lances from her sex to her stomach and a seep of warm liquid pools between her legs. She parts them a little and the heat of the fire rakes cruelly back and forth on the delicate labia. The two women are too occupied to notice.
As the sounds become more frantic she lets one hand drift down, over the bumpy white scar on her stomach, to the coil of red hair on her mons. She has touched herself like this before, in the lonely sanctuary of her cabin, rubbing hard on her engorged clitoris and, at the moment of climax, lowering herself on a slightly warm buffered shaft of ice.
The ecstasy of the moment would leave her sould frazzled. With no one to turn to after such experiences she'd spend hours training, as her parents would have wished her to, performing acts that left her body scarred and bruised.
In this warm, female setting she realises that over the years sex has been replaced with combat and her orgasms had eventually removed her own sense of femininity, by developing this flawed body.

 

[Guest]

Ley

Leylandia surrenders to her newfound mistress's embrace completely. Her kisses and her caresses send thrills of pleasure coursing through her body and she can feel her wetness spread between and down her legs.

She awkwardly climbs into the bath together with Lady Delphine, her flesh hot and flushed. Once settled there they kiss again, exchanging salivas and playing with their tongues. Their hands roam over each other's bodies and Leylandia almost cries out with pleasure when she feels Lady Delphine's hand brush against her wanting sex.

She had never thought about sex with another woman, but she couldn't resist Lady Delphine. She let her hands explore the older woman's body, all too eager in this first experience, following Lady Delphine's movements.

She remembers the many times she pleasured herself growing up in the farm, but never has it been as pleasurable as feeling a stranger's gentle touch. Suddenly Lady Delphine slides her fingers deep inside Leylandia and the initial pain at this new contact is quickly replaced by a pleasure unlike any she has ever experienced.

Her muscles contract rapidly as she explodes in an orgasm at the mere touch of Lady Delphine's fingers inside her most intimate part. She shudders and lets out a long moan at the sudden wave of pleasure, almost collapsing backwards into the bath.

Lady Delphine smiles mischievously and whispers in Ley's ear: "let's adjourn to the bed my pretty, there are more pleasures for you to taste."

 

[Hawthorne]

Imoshen

It is the thoughts of the cold ice of her homeland that impel her to leave. The warmth of the fire and the brazen sounds of hot lust filling in the room prickle her skin with sweat. She shifts uncomfortably in this new surrounding, longing for the familiar - the soft down of her furs, the crunch of the snow, the gentle shatter of rain freezing mid descent.
As the two women move toward the bed Imoshen quietly tugs her rough dress and cloak around her body. SHe pulls the latter tight around her shoulders to hide the imprint of the Vaars. There is no one who will understand her position. To them, she will always be the enemy.
Slipping out the door she enters a long grey corridor with open windows looking down upon a bustling courtyard. The townspeople meet and mingle in an explosion of yeasty scents, woody perfumes and loud, happy noise. There are too many to even comprehend. The splendour of their vibrant lives only highlight the cold and loneliness of the now empty Vaars Palace.
Imoshen follows the corridor its full length, discovering a set of stairs leading around and upward. Though she knows not their destination, she takes them quickly, aware of an insistent throbbing between her legs that only cold ice can disturb.
It is with great satisfaction that Imoshen feels the first whisper of cool breeze on her upturned face. Her gold lashes flutter upward and her green gaze alights upon a luscious rooftop garden.
Unlike the courtyard, it is empty. Silence but for bird song and the trickle of water over rocks.
She follows this sound, remembering the same breathy rush of ice capped waves on the pebbled shore of her home. She closes her eyes and pictures the jagged mountains with their secret hot springs spitting steam out into the air and melting heart shaped holes in the valley. She brushes past a line of small trees and remembers reaching up to the limbs of pine trees, seeking out the small cones and snapping them free, releasing a shower of prickly green pins and dusty particles of waxy ice.
When she opens her eyes again, these memories are still with her and she can almost pretend that the shadowed pool in front of her is the same one she bathed in every morning of her young life.
Once again she removes her robes, shuddering as her toe touches the lapping tongue at water's edge. Coolness is so sensate... it makes the coils of desire inside her body burn brighter, burnishing steam on her feverish skin.
She subsumes herself in the deep, black liquid, up to her breasts where the nipples pucker into hard, flushed nubs, then to her neck, sucking at her ear lobes, then lowers her head into it. The frozen depths. Pulling out strands of scarlet hair into the gaping mouth of it and moving all around her body. Soft, icy, deeply invasive liquid music.
For Imoshen, it is the very stuff of her desires and the fuel for her body's instant, sexual reaction.

 

[Jeselynn]

Ciowyn

Kyrin washed slowly. rubbing oils and splashing soaps over her very amazing body. Sitting on the edge of the pool and grabing a long round waxed wooden stick nearly 12 inches long. getting it wet she proceeded to play with herself .. her breath commin i short gasps.

Watching in amusement .. arosed and hard I untied my robe and stroked my hard cock. She smiled and moved to push it deep inside herself. I loved watching her get off. she stopped and removed the stick. She stood and moved towards me. dropping the stick and standing right in front of me. she grabs my hand and pulls it to her chest.

I feel her nipples rock hard. Sitting down in front of me and her hands stroking me fast and hard..

I grab her head and push her mouth over my ready dick. she swallows deep and slides up and down.. so close to the edge.. she pulls her tongue along the tip and I moan deeply as She moves the mouth away and slide her tight cunt over me ... swallowing the length deep inside her.

I feel my balls slamming against her as she bounces up and down. I can't help but cum deep and hard.. she barely makes a noise other than a quick gasp.


Pulling away happy she rinses off and brings a cloth to wipe me off. standing a guard enters and leads us to the caravan and horses.

As we leave out the gate.. I look back to what i have never left before.

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

Delphine.

Feeling Leylandia's tight little passage contrict even more at the invasion of Delphine's fingers, Delphine bends to the girl and finds the center of her pleasure, licking at it with her tongue. In an instant, Delphinre has a wickedly playful idea. Reaching near the bed, she finds the bottle of brandy and sifter that keeps it warm nightly over a candle flame. The liquid is rich purple-red and she draws out the cork, then spreading the inner lips of Leylandia, she gently pours a tiny bit of the rich liquid over the pink folds of Leylandia. The warm liquid seems over the folds of her, trickles in several tiny droplets and a stream of heated liquid. Bending again, Delphine places her hands on the girl's open thighs and then finds that sweet warm flavour of spiced brandy, lapping at it with her tongue. Delphine hears the girl's moans, becoming almost uncontrollable. In a violent shudder, she feels the girl orgasm, and Delphine raises to watch the pleasure on Leylandia's face.

The moment passes and they both are still in a private embrace. Delphine presses a finger to leylandia's lips and says,

"Shhh....sleep now..."

With onyx eyes, Delphine lulls the girl to a deep sleep, with images of serenity.

Turning to the side, Delphine suddenly sees that the feather mat is now empty. Imoshen is gone.

Startled for a moment, Delphine stands up and searches the room. Yes, the girl is gone. Panic suddenly sweetps over Delphine, a panic that is irrational and almost maternal. What if the girl is in trouble? What if something has happened? What if she has run away, fearing Delphine's rejection of her?

Delphine finds a bit of fur at the floor, no doubt from the mysterious woman's clothing. Holding it in her palm, she focuses on the history of it, passed the unfortunate animal it came from and to the actions of it's wearer. Imoshen. The girl is close by...she is...near the aqua gardens in Medellin, just a district away. Not far at all. Delphine watches the girl, as though through a crystal ball. She is...touching herself...feeling immense pleasure. Good then. But why has this girl ventured into the city?
Delphine knew of the Vaars. Most were extinct, and if this girl thought she could run around the city unscathed, she was a fool. A beautiful fool. The city's bruised underbelly had a slave trade. Delphine knew enough to know that a Vaar, a warrior, or child of one, would fetch a high price on a slave market. A shudder passed through Delphine and racked her shoulders. This Imoshen was going to be a tough one, but she could not allow anything to happen to the girl. She had been through too much. It was as she suspected. As Delphine touched the cool marble of the castle wall, she felt the vibration of deciet. The fat guard and his partner from last night had noticed the Vaar's heritage. Delphine knew the men were going after her.

Knowing that the proud Vaar would never concede to being couped up in Delphine's chamber walls, Delphine decided the only way to keep the girl in her sight and out of potential trouble, was to coup her up there forcibly. First, she must find her...and quick, before someone else did.

Delphine quickly fetched from the armoire in her room garments she had not worn in three years, since her service to the military of Atlas, mandatory for all citizens at age sixteen for one year, no matter their birth or gender. Delphine had served well, and learned the way of the sword, though once her duty was done, the sword, the leather leggings and tunic were cast aside and never touched again.

They would be touched today, if anything simply to show authority. Strapping the dagger to her side, and going out into the hall, several courtiers and guards looked at her, shocked into silence. Delphione strode by them shamelessly, hair unbound and tossled, her body sheathed in close fitting leather and hard soled boots that rose to the thigh. This was not the lady Delphine they knew, this was the girl who was at heart and soul, a defiant.

"Aidan, have my horse ready in twenty minutes. And Brendel, Geoffry, follow me and prepare to follow me. I am gathering property. Be ready for me at the castle gate."

The men scrambled to their duty, not wanting to irritate the girl. They heard of her conflict with the guards last night.

Determined, Delphine walked boldly up five flights of marble steps. She met with a brigade of guards, one who of course took her dagger and then admitted her to the Queen's chamber.

Delphine bowed low as she entered the Queen's chamber and the graceful older woman smiled to see her.

"I am sorry I must interrupt you at this hour, Your Majesty." Delphine apologized, seeing that the Queen has just finished with a lover. The woman seemed happy and shrugged away the apology with a simple gesture.

"Worry not, child. What is it that troubles you?"

Delphine hesitated, but only for a moment,
"I beg a favor of Your Majesty. There is a girl taken in last evening, just hours ago, by me. She is a Vaar. The woman has gone out on her own, and I wish for that to not be allowed under royal decree. She has trespassed on castle grounds and i wish to take Right Of Servancy with her. I want to own her. It is for her own good. As we speak, there are men who wish to take her and sell her to the slave trade. Do I have your concent, your majesty."

The Queen smiled and simply went to a writing desk, pulled out a quill and ink and penned a short message on parchment, then sealed it with the royal seal.

"I trust you. now go."

Hitching into the saddle of her Arabian mare, Delphine roared out of the castle gates with two strong guards in tow.

She found the Vaar, Imoshen, near a great fountain.

"Imoshen, you are hereby arrested for tresspass on the Castle grounds. I take full right of you. Guards, take her and let us return to the castle. Imoshen, heed my word, there is evil afoot, and you will do well by me. Follow."

Delphine had never spoken that way with anyone, but this girl...she was unique. Something was off about her. There was something she was not telling them. Looking around, she saw the fat face of the guard she assaulted last night, and he quickly pulled his cloak up and ran into the depths of the city. Good then, let him be foiled.

Delphine watched the guards move closer to Imoshen...

 

[Dosmo]

Aragon

Pulling on a modest hooded cloak over his clothes, Aragon leaves his hut. He is on his way to the castle, it is a day early but he does not think the lady will mind.

Quickly he walks the streets of the great city, Through the courtyard he can see the top of the massive castle gates. He walks toward it.

Wait!!.........it would not be wise to walk boldly up to the castle gates cosidering his past. Thankfully Aragon remembers another way into the castle. He is suprised, maybe it hasnt been as long as he thought after all.

Aragon enters a small house just outside the castle walls, it is a storage hut, it has an entrance leading to a tunnel under the castle walls and into the kitchen of the castle.

It is late, there is no one in the kitchen, Aragon silently walks the castle corridors. Some things have changed, but he is regaining familarity.

Further he seaches for Delphine's quarters..........a guard!........passed out drunk, that seems to be common place these days.

More movement.....

"I cant be" says Aragon as sees a figure from his past. Hiding in the shadows, it is indeed Ciowyn that Aragon is looking at followed by an attractive female guard.

Aragon has lost his focus and has gradually steeped into the light, unfourtunatly for him he is spotted by a guard that has come up behind him on his nightly walkthrough.

"Intruder!"

The last thing he sees before the world goes dark is Ciowyn, pointing at him. And a quick flash of Lady Delphine's smiling face

 

[Hawthorne]

Imoshen knows it is useless to struggle against the guards. Standing tall without her robe the brand of the Vaars is black and bold against her snow white skin. She reaches up to touch it, stroking the curling top, the pouting bottom, the spear that pierces the ornate heart. SHe glances at Delphine but does not see malice in her eyes.
"This city is not safe." Delphine whispers as Imoshen is led past her. "Trust me."
The walls of the city rise high above them, then, abruptly, they break off, revealing a large stretch of landscaped garden. A cobbled path scratches through the centre. Smooth stones, seeped with moss and tiny pink flowers. Beyond a bower of weeping willows and a circle of dark red roses. Then, here, against the backdrop of the fortress walls a smaller version of the palace itself, heavily guarded.
The guard does not attempt to touch Imoshen, she follows quietly. She hopes that the rumours of the Vaars murderous heritage will keep him from acting in any way violent. He leads her through the front doors, across a marble foyer, to a set of winding stairs, into the belly of the building. There at its pinacle, the heart room, a large circle with an open roof, sheltered only by waving flags of crimson silk. Though the floor is tiled there is a stretch of garden at the far end, a large pool studded by fat water lillies.
The guard turns to her. His eyes are a magnificent shade of irridescent violet. She realises that, like her, this man is probably the last of his kind. She remembers a seafaring race once combed the Atlas shores, eventually breeding out or dying at the hands of the new Atlas conquerors. Her guard, perhaps, is one of these.
If it is true, then she has nothing to fear from him. The stories told of these people applaud their love and compassion. She knows that beneath his rough exterior, he must have a loving heart.
"Wait here," he says in a low wooly voice.
"Thank you." She replies, startling him with her placidity.
He nods, but doesn't leave straight away. Instead he looks very pointedly at the tatoo on her shoulder, studying it carefully before her own gaze. She is not surprised to see the pain in his violet irises, but she is overwhelmed by how beautiful the expression makes him.

OOC: Anyone like to play my guard? I'm kinda looking for someone romantic, so if there are any Romeo Montague's out there please post!!!

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

Delphine.

As Delphine enters the castle gates, and makes her way up the marble stairs toward her chamber, she sees Imoshen's exchanged glances with Brendel. This is good. Brendel is a trusted guard, a protector of even the Queen when time calls for it. he is a handsome man, and one of the last of his people, an almost cat-like race that unfortunately war had seen demolished. They would understand each other.

Delphine still wanted to know what the hell Imoshen was doing in the city at all? Didn't the girl know of the slave trade? What was her business here? An assasin no less! Delphine was getting ready to interrogate the girl, when she heard a booming voice,

"Intruder!"

Whipping around to the Great hall, Delphine saw a mane of tousled red hair...a man of stature and muscular build, broad shoulders...Aragon.

Delphine smiled. So, the troubles of Imoshen would have to wait till morning. With a second thought, Delphine looked at Brendel, who stood proud and strong, ready to do his duty to the castle and crown.

"Brendel, I want you to take Imoshen to the stable. There is a small cottage there that is no longer in use. Have Aidan prepare blankets and such. You are to stay with Imoshen, and do not let her out of your site. Until further word, she is your charge. If you think it is needed, take Geoffry to stand guard as well." Delphine then gave Imoshen a knowing glance, "And Imoshen, you are forbidden to leave the castle grounds unless I am consulted first. I will have words with you in the morning. But..." Delphine gave the girl a heartwarming smile then, "Sleep well."

As Delphine swung back around to deal with Aragon, she was aware that other guards had witnessed her exchange,

"And Brendel," the man stopped in his tracks. "See to it that no one aggrivates Imoshen. She is soley in your care. Anyone who disobeys will answer to me, and then to the Queen." Delphine held up the sealed parchment which she opened and let their shocked faces see her title of ownership of the Vaar. She did not fear Brendel harming the girl, but Brendel knew this in his heart. She wanted to simply frighten off any foul-doers before the inspiration struck them.

She watched Brendel bow and leave with Imoshen in tow.

The guards who captured Aragon were now arresting him. They had his hands bound behind his back with manacles and three guards were leading him at blade point through the hall and toward the castle gates.

"Stop." Delphine commanded, sounding more authoritive than she realized. "I know this man."

"Lady Delphine, we caught 'im in your chambers, 'e was lookin' for somm'n ta steal, no doubt."

Delphine wondered for a moment if he had woken or frightened poor Leylandia...but no, the girl was deep asleep, in a trance like state, and she would sleep for hours more.

"Then release him to me. He is my friend."

The guards looked skeptically at the man's tattered clothing, and then at lady Delphine, who was dressed most oddly in leather trousers and jerkin.

"Leave him chained." A mischeivious smile lit her face.

The guards obeyed and took the chained man, Aragon to Delphine's chambers. They left quickly, not wanting to witness anything they would find trouble for.

The door closed and Delphine smiled at Aragon.

"Look what trouble you find yourself in, Aragon. I shall release you of course...but perhaps...first..."

She did not know what possessed her to do such wicked things, but she reached her hand down to the bulge between Aragon's thighs and felt his erection spring up there, hard and instantly ready. She bit her lip, and then began to remove his clothing, tearing open the cloth vest he wore and revealing that smooth muscular chest, she killed him, licked him, suckled the tiny flat nipples of his chest, and then snaked her tongue down to the hard and ready cock. he was naked now, and his body was hungry.

But Delphine was having too much fun. How much intrigue couyld happen in one night? And why let it end now? She told him,

"We are going to play a little game...and you remain still, or I call in the guards. And do not make a sound, for if you wake my maid, Leylandia, I will find ways to punish you."

With a flat palm, Delphine smacked his bottom and left a fading pink mark. Walking to the armoire, feeling the strange sensation of leather on her legs and fitted tightly to her body, Delphine found a pliant leather belt. Yes, this will do.

Returning to Aragon, she caressed his skin, kissed it's silkiness, and then smacked him with the belt, lightly, on his thighs to arrouse him. yes, it seemed to be working, for that swollen cock was bigger now. laughing at her own strange giddiness, she dropped to her knees and took the swollen cock in her mouth, loving the fact that Aragon's hands were shackled behind his back. With quick motion, she sucked at him, flickering her tongue against the head of his organ, feeling him shake.

"Remain quiet now...or there will be wicked consequenses..." she reminded him in her smokey voice. His cock was swollen to it's full extent now and Delphine raose up and slowly peeled away the restricting leather clothing she wore. Turning to him, naked and sultry, she said,

"Take me from behind. I want to feel what it is like to be fucked by a chained man."

The words seemed to make Aragon even more heated. Delphine took her time to grab onto the post of the bed and lean over, spreading her legs so that Aragon had access to her. She leaned next to the very bed where Leylandia slept. Reaching a hand between her own legs, she spread open the inner lips to guide Aragon in...


OOC: The guard is a good idea. Anyone want to play the part? I named him Brendal but name him what you want. This is interesting since we are all making a world as we go along.

 

[Clare Caxton]

OOC - tired fingers Sateema ?

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

OOC:

I am a writer. Definition- Long winded

 

[Clare Caxton]

OOC
A good writer too

 

[Dosmo]

Aragon

Still feeling some affects of the rap on his head, Aragon is led to lady delphines room...........he loses focus for a moment..........he is in her room...naked....and still chained.....strange he thought. He was just about to say something when he heard delphine speak

"Remain quiet now..........take me brom behind"

Not really understanding, but in no mood to disappoint the lady, he moves in behind delphine, lining up and slipping in his stone-like cock into her tight, sweet inner regions.

Bringing up a steady pace he thrusts in and out of her, oh how he wishes he could have his hands to play with her glorious breats or to rub her erect pleasure center.

Looking up he notices a shape on the bed in front of him. It is a young woman, this only heightens Aragon's movement.

At this pace he will not be able to last long.
In a flash, like before this morning on the beach, his mind is flooded with images..............naked bodies.....thrusting......moaning........delphine's face contorted in lust.

This is all he can take, with a final hard deep thrust he erupts inside of his beautiful lady. He has never felt this way with any woman before.

With a smile on his face. Aragon steps away from the Lady, and stands as he did before in front of her.....naked.........and chained.......

 

[Hawthorne]

"What happened to you?" Brendel asks. His violet gaze leaves her own and slowly, slips down the alabaster skin to the first scar he can see snaked across her arm.
"The same thing that will happen to these people... in time." Imoshen replies. She notes that her once weak voice is steadily growing stronger. The husky and crackle is buttering smooth to something softer and more melodic. "Death... disease... the passing of ages."
He nods, telling her more with the shark of hard pain in his face than his words can express.
"Atlas is at once an Island of life and an Island of death. It has been like this for our people." Imoshen explains.
"You're of the Vaars."
"Yes."
"The last?"
"Yes."
Brendel hesitantly pulls aside the collar of his jerkin, revealing a v of his olive coloured skin. There, imprinted into the smooth, taut flesh of his collar bone, is a tatoo not unlike Imoshen's own. After a second or two, he moves the material back into place.
"We are not unlike, Imoshen of the Vaars." He murmurs. "You'll be safe with me."

 

[misterK]

OOC: If Brendel is still to be taken, I would love to try my hand at it. Let me know if it's ok, otherwise ignore the following...

IC:"We are not unlike, Imoshen of the Vaars. You'll be safe with me."
Brendel once again looks at the scars crisscrossing Imochen's body. For a moment his eyes grow distant and he falls into deep memories.

Fire. Shouts of Fear and Anguish. Blood. Pain. Terrible pain. The invaders have surrounded the last of the Home Ships. There is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. They fight for their lives, the lives of their children, in vain.

Brendel had been out at sea with his own ship. As Prince to his people he had had to seek their next place of abode, and he was coming back to Lead them to a sea where the fish were plentiful. But it was too late.

He had engaged battle with the ennemy with mad frenzy, but he was outnumbered, and a chance strike by one of his opponents sent him overboard, unconscious. The currents had brought him to the beach and he survived.

He was ashamed of his survival, but proud to be the last of his race.

He shivered, bringing himself back to the present and to the woman intently looking at him.

"Come Imoshen, let us find you something to wear and something to eat. Then I shall find you a bed to safely sleep in."

 

[Jeselynn]

Ciowyn

Sitting atop our horses, galloping down the road and out of the city....

i am overjoyed to be out of the city.. away from the castle.

we seem to be heading towards the sea... she is leading us as she was ordered. watching the people around us..

common and royal working around together. Gathering shopping.

stopping my horse, I reached for the coin purse on my belt and pulled a few silver from it.

dropping them on the table-stand and picked up a long crystal point on a chain. it is a deep blue and flecks of red and black.

tucking it in my pouch, i move on. leaving the city's limit and moving across the grasslands.