Beltane

[Earthgoddess]

OCC I will be unable to post due to my attendance at our covens Beltane this weekend-I will aslo be at a Beltane festival next weekend, so I will strive to post quite a bit this week...merry meet everyone!


"Ah yes the spread is rather distracting tonight isn't it?"
I bent over and gave an unobstructed view.
"Thank you for cleaning up so very nicely what a gentleman you are? Or are you just very neat, and not at all gentlemanly?" I leaned over and brushed hi cheek with my lips then giggled and headed into the living room.

 

[Neale]

Gerald Branscome

I watched as Liz glided away, being the wonderful hostess and mingling with her other guests. Turning my attention back to my mandolin, I caught sight of a lovely young lady with the most gorgeous tumble of auburn hair cascading onto her shoulders... "Sure'n isn't it t' loveliest craytur me puir eyes 'ave rested upon in many a moon? Tara, love! Would ye ever be after keepin a humble tunesmith company a wee bit? Mayhap even honor us wi' some o' t' dancin' yuir so famous for? And don't you look lovely tonight?"

I began to play a tune without lyrics, a lively Irish jig, that I hoped would keep the dancing going while I chatted with this stunning friend.

 

[Ravenloft]

Jacen:

Catching Liz by the wrist and pulling her back around, Jacen looked into her eyes. "More of a cleanly fellow than gentlemanly..." He said in a low voice as his hands rested firmly upon her shoulders. "I can't rightly go back out there what with my shirt soaked like this, can I..." He leaned nearer to Liz's curvacious form. "You wouldn't happen to have any shirts I might borrow for the rest of the night, would you?"

 

[madeline]

Tara blushed furiously at Gerald's compliment, but the sound of the Irish jig kept her from having to speak. She whirled around and took the tune into her body, letting her legs and feet have free reign. She felt a freedom in dance she felt nowhere else- a freedom from anything but the feel of the music.

AS she lept and spun, she quickly grew hot. She was used to less clothing when she danced. At the end of the song she slowed and came to a halt. Unable to resist, she loosened the stayes that held the bodice in place. "Ah, that's better. Her breasts bounced a bit, free from their confinement. She knew it was somewhat immodest, but this was Beltane after all. If what she'd read was any indication, modesty would soon be low on the list of priorities.

She wandered back towards Gerald and plopped down as his feet, catching her breath. "That was terrific" she smiled up at him. "I think I'll sit this one out...do you mind if I sit here?"

During the next song she watched him as he played, unaware of her scrutiny. She couldn't help but be fascinated by the way his fingers moved cross the strings, his whole body involved in the song. She indulged in a brief fantasy about what his hands would do if it was she in his arms, rather than the mandolin.... The thought made her blush again....

 

[Earthgoddess]

The sensation of the forest grown suddenly shady and too quiet passed through me. I stared, almost mesmerized for a moment. Then the smell of my honeyed wine crept to my nose and woke me.
"Shirt? Yes, I have a shirt." Foggily I shook the words from my brain but did not want to move away from Jacen.
Words were only fouling me up, so I put my hand on his chest and bent forward unsure of his reaction. My lips found his and I, for once, allowed a kiss to grow without intent. The possibilties were infinite but would only lead me further into trouble. Yet the sweet mead that clung to both of our mouths seemed sweeter when drunk from yours.

 

[Neale]

Gerald Branscome

Gerald was caught up in the joy of the celebration, thoroughly enjoying the chance to play his music for such an appreciative audience. During a purely instrumental piece, he turned to the beautiful young Tara, noticing how very nicely she'd blossomed and matured under the Lady Liz's tutelage. "So, love, how d' ye like t' celebration? A lovely Lady is your Liz, now isn't she? Lass, could ye do a t'irsty bard a wee favor? I canna be stopping as much as I'd like, to quench me powerful thirst, now can I? But, a tankard of mead from your lovely hands, now t'at would be a magick all its own, now wouldn't it?" and he winked at her, nodding towards his tankard, as he continued to play.

 

[Ravenloft]

Jacen:

Holding the tender kiss they shared, Jacen enfolded Liz in his arms, drawing her snuggly against his chest. He slipped one hand into her silken tresses, as the other decended slowly to rest at the small of her back. His lips drew slickly along hers as he opened his mouth with a draw of breath.

 

[madeline]

Delighted to be of use, particularly to Gerald, Tara rose at his request and took the tankard from his hand. "You bet- more of the same?" He nodded, already distracted by the next song to emerge from the mandolin. She made her way towards the buffet, unable to miss the sight of Liz making out wtih Jacen a few feet away. They didn't even notice her presence. She was thrilled to see Liz occupied with Jacen- then she might not mind if she monopolized Gerald, a least for a little while. She refilled the tankard, and procured another for herself, a couple of honey cakes and a napkin full of roast almonds, and slipped back outside.

 

[Earthgoddess]

My mouth yeilded all of its secrets to Jacen as I felt his tongue, velvet and succulent on my own. His kiss was so soft it was almost a whisper-my body pressed harder to his and I surprised myself by mewling with pleasure and offering myself more fully. My core was heating slowly- a lucious slow burn. This was a true first kis without all of the awkwardness of my teen years.Breathing harder I twinedmy finges into his impossibly soft hair and lost myslf for an eternity in his wonderful mouth.

 

[Ravenloft]

Jacen:

The hand that rested lightly against the small of Liz's back drifted downward, over her rear. Jacen's fingers dug gently into her skin, through her clothes. He lifted her thigh along his hip. He murmured sensuously against her lips as his own folded over them. The fingers of his other hand threaded through her hair over and over, drawing through the silken strands, letting them fall from his grasp, only to sink back into her hair a moment later.

 

[Neale]

Gerald Branscome

As Tara returned, bearing refreshment for the bard, he wrapped up his song, and began,
"A song for the lovely lassie, Tara!:":

O Tara, my dear, but I wish I could woo you,
O Tara, my dear, but I wish I could woo you,
She laugh'd and replied: And would wooing undo you?
Sing fal the diddle i do,
Sing whack fal the diddle day.

O Tara, my dear, but your cheek I could kiss it,
O Tara, my dear, but your cheek I could kiss it,
She laughed and replied: If you did, would you miss it?
Sing fal the diddle i do,
Sing whack fal the diddle day.

O Tara my dear, I would love you and wed you,
O Tara my dear, I would love you and wed you,
She laughed and replied: Then don't say I misled you.
Sing fal the diddle i do,
Sing whack fal the diddle day.

If lassies were blackbirds and lassies were thrushes,
If lassies were blackbirds and lassies were thrushes,
How soon the young men would go beating the bushes!
Sing fal the diddle i do,
Sing whack fal the diddle day.

If the women were hares and raced round the mountain,
If the women were hares and raced round the mountain,
How soon the young men would be busy a hunting!
Sing fal the diddle i do,
Sing whack fal the diddle day.

If the women were ducks and swam round the water,
If the women were ducks and swam round the water,
The men would turn drakes and be soon swimming after.
Sing fal the diddle i do,
Sing whack fal the diddle day.

 

[Earthgoddess]

I open my thighs, all the better to wrap my leg more tightly around you. My core melting as I gasp and press myself against you. I cling to you, almost sighing at the abundance of sensations whirling through me. Gerald's song swirling about also as the sun's final movements for the day swirl about us. Lost in this kiss forever, my breath ragged gasps when I force myself away, with a flushed face.
"I am being a terrible hostess, I need to stop this," fumble for my words as I try to reassemble my clothes.
I haven't blushed likethis since 10th grade-but here goes, a prickly heat creeping lowly up my neck and face. The taste of your mouth as I bite my lips, now shy at my outburst.

 

[Ravenloft]

Jacen:

Smiling softly, Jacen steps back, he had indeed become aroused by their kiss and the proof of that showed proudly. He made no move to hide it either, wondering how many shades of red the sight of it would deepen Liz's blush. "M'lady, you are indeed forgetting the duties of your hostess-ship..." He said teasingly. "My shirt is still soaked with mead... Care to show me to the fresh shirt that you have offered me?" He said as he extended a hand to her, palm up. His eyes seemed to constantly flicker from humor to desire and back again with every passing second.

 

[Guest]

Olivia

I sat on the bench, watching a couple that just stolled out into the garden. They had begun by kissing, and then slowly they caressed each other. The sight of them made the all too familiar throbbing begin throughout my body. It had been so long since anyone had touched me the way this man was touching his woman.

I squirmed on the bench, the movement making my dress ride up.

Things were heating up between the couple, soon they were both naked and on the soft green grass. My hand slid down to my panties, feeling the dampness covering them.

 

[Earthgoddess]

OCC am headed off to 4 Quarters farm for Beltaine, will be back on Sunday have fun!!!


I mumbled and continued to blush, pleased with my effect but wishing I could dispense with the formalities and fall to my knees before this creature.
I extended my hand and began to led him towards my small bedroom. The light diffused around us and we were bathed in a soft glow.

 

[Ravenloft]

Jacen:

Following Liz to her room, admiring her volumptuous form as she moved. Stepping into her room, she went to her closet as Jacen removed his soaked shirt while she was busy rifling through her closet for a shirt Jacen could wear. He was slowly aproaching Liz from behind. His shirt balled up in his hand. He was mear feet from her as he tossed his shirt over onto her bed...

 

[madeline]

OCC Sorry I've been absent- finals week! (and family in town) my appologies everyone.

IC
"Oh Gerald" Tara clapped delightedly. "A song for me?!" She sprang to her feet and accompanied his gift with an improvised dance for his enjoyment. As he finished, she collapsed on the ground in front of him, laughing. "I'll be your blackbird anyday," she breathed, "So if you want to go beating the bushes..." She lay on her back and looked up at him, surrounded by the sounds of the party, but strangly alone. The dark was falling, shadows were beginning to deepen. Twilight, her favorite time...the witching hour...

 

[Neale]

Gerald Branscome

I finish my song, and decide to take a break. This decision isn't at all affected by the presence of th bonnie young lass, Tara, not at all, at all...

I lay my mandolin down carefully into its case, and offer a hand to Tara, who accepts it gracefully. I pull her to her feet, then smile at her, "So, m'lady... would ye ever be after accompanyin' a bard such as me'self on a short walk t'rough yon maze? Sure'n I'd like t' get to know ye better, darlin'"

 

[Earthgoddess]

OCC I am back having frolicked nymph like-well neolithic fertility deity like, too rubenesque for a nymph! through the woods. I have swum in icy mountain waters hung over with hemlocks and I danced until I lost muself in the fire circle. Blessed Be to all!


The air was heavier here in the bedroom-not cloying but the sunlight and the fragrant climbing roses hung together. Light and scent mingled until it suffused the room. As Jacen moved towards me I watched the sun kiss his skin-his muscles flexed as the shirt arced and landed softly on my bed. Barely sinking into the coverlet, my one luxurious possession, a feather bed. Downy soft and covered with creamy silk-the shirt looked so masculine crumpled there.
I rummaged through my wardrobe, half hoping I would not find another shirt for him.
"Would this do?",I turned with a linen Renn Faire shirt in my hands.

 

[Ravenloft]

Jacen:

Placing his hands on Liz's wrists, Jacen drew her hands up between them, the shirt balled up between her fingers. He sniffed at the shirt softly. "Yes, it will do nicely." He said darkly as he lifted his eyes to meet her's. "But not just yet..." He added in a rumbling whisper. His lips drifted forward, touching the back of her hand lightly. His mouth stayed there for only a moment as he began to kiss up along her arm. He wanted her lips again, and so was making a warm, moist sojourn to them along the curvacious paths her body lent his lips.

 

[Earthgoddess]

Breathless with desire I watch as you possess every inch that your lips mark as your own. I feel weightless yet curiously heavy-almost like a dream state where I am in slow motion yet you are not.
"Jacen, I-" my lips silenced with another kiss. My senses are overwhelmed and I drink your kisses down, my heart races and I almost cry out from the wanting.

 

[Ravenloft]

Jacen:

Easilly guiding Liz over to the bed, Jacen lays her slowly down upon it, scooting her up along its length, until only her knees hang over its end. He follows her down upon the bed, his stomach pressing firmly against her's as he feeds her passion with his lips. Breaking away, he kisses and nuzzles down along her neck, to her breasts, mouthing her tender nipples through the thin fabric of her clothing, his hands taking the place of his mouth, lifting away her shirt as he travels his lips farther down her body. His hands gently fondling her breasts as he sucks and nibbles at the center of her stomach, his tongue teasing circles around her navel. His slender fingertips trace along the outside curves of her wonderous breasts, tracing down along her sides, tickling only slightly. They hook under her waist line and begin to work her clothing downward, revealing inch after inch of delicious skin to the ministrations of his warm, lusting mouth. Another inch and the soft hair of her sex begins to show, he nuzzles his open mouth against them, his tongue pressing outward, longing to taste her.

 

[madeline]

As Tara accepted Gerald's hand helping her to her feet, she felt a heat rush through her body. The moment she had imagined, fantasized about for days after receiving the invitation was materializing before her. She felt the electricity of anticipation race thorugh her, but strangely, no fear. Gerald's twinkling blue eyes and slighty mussed auburn hair kept her from feeling nervous. He was so sweet and funny- she loved being in his presence. She was eager to see where this maze would take them. "Race you to the frog pond?" she challenged him with a smile, and then with a laugh, dashed ahead, her skirts catching wind and her hair, nearly the same color as Gerald's, bouncing with her every movement. She turned to see if he would accept the the offer, and there he was, right behind her. As they rounded a small grove of willow trees, before them, hidden from view of the house, was a small clear pond. Waterlillies grew on the far end, but here there was a sandy patch that led down to the water's edge. They ducked under the hanging branches of the willow, which formed a leafy shelter around them. Gerald took Tara's hands in his, and smiled at her upturned face.

 

[Neale]

Gerald Branscome

The race was but a short one, and Gerald's long legs more than made up for Tara's advantage of youthful energy. Laughing, they raced to the frog pond which lay hidden within the maze. At the water's edge stood an ancient willow, its overhanging limbs forming a naturally secluded shelter.

He took her hands in his and raised them to his lips, "Tara, me lass... sure'n aren't ye a joy to warm any boyo's heart?! Do ye ken how magickal t'night is? Sure'n 'tis Baeltaine, when we worship our Lady and Lord in t' ancient fashion, and all..." He pulled her close to his chest, breathing in the pure scent of her, "'Twould be an honor, milady, an ye'd do a little worshipping wi' me...?"

 

[madeline]

"Sure and I'd love ta' worship in any way ya like" Tara playfully mimicked Gerald's brogue, as she brought her hands to his chest. "Will ya be showin me your alter, then?" He chuckled in response, and pulled her lithe form closer against him. "Oh lass" he farily growled, "Its your alter where I'll be worshippin'"- and with that he brought his mouth down on hers, his lips and tongue opening her mouth under his. She felt dizzy with excitment- and something else- "Must be the magic" she thought fleetingly, before her mind returned to the sensation of his body pressed against her. Her hands found his face, his hair- it was as though all her senses wanted to discover this feeling, share in the wonder and newness of it all. She tasted the mead on his tongue and inhaled the strong male sent of him. "Oh Gerald" she breathed, amazed at the sensations he was arousing, "it really is magic." And with that she felt his hands cup her bottom and she felt herself being picked up in his arms...