Beneath a New Year's Winter Moon In Ancient Rome

[dansemajik]

He picked me up like I was a mere child, and held me to his chest, the way my father used to when I was upset. But this was nothing like my father. My thin gauze shift was not a real barrier between us. I could feel the heat of his skin against mine.

His words echoed in my mind, we would find her. My beloved Ciama. My friend, my confidante. I nodded when he sent me back to my room, with the promise he would be in later to talk to me.

I dozed, without covers, it was warm, and I was upset...I was waiting for Lucius to talk to me about what was going to happen.

My eyes flew open when I heard him at the door.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Taking a deep breath, I pause, concerned lest I wake her. My heart pounds as a hammer on an anvil. I can feel a burning deep within, a bellows I cannot still that inflames me, even in the midst of worry for Ciama.

Gently, I call out, "Katherina, may I come in?"

OOC:
Darkness enfolds
and even in the
bleakest hours,
there is a lurid,
luring glow from
insistent desires,
passions not to be
denied

 

[dansemajik]

I stir when hear him call me. "yes, Lucius, enter." I do not cover myself. I have no desire to hide my body from him. I sit up and fold my legs beneath me, my hair flows like a crimson river down my back and over my shoulder. It curls, and waves, like the sea.

I listen for him to enter.

The fires that burn within
can not be quenched by a mere kiss
Bring to me an aresenal of desire
and share with me the flames
of my passion

 

[sojournerwolf]

I enter, hesitantly, into the darkened room. In the light of the moon through the window, I can see Katherina sitting up, waiting for me. Her shift is translucent in the light, and I can see her body beneath, her firm breasts and belly, her long and supple thighs.

I swallow hard and start to say something to the old slave woman, but she slips out the door and I am alone with Katherina.

I clutch my robe and walk towards her. She is beautiful in the moonlight, with her hair spilling around her shoulders. The faint breeze brings her scent to me and it is all I can do to keep from going to her then and there, slipping the shift from her shoulders and caressing the warm silk of her flesh.

"Katherina," I begin, clear my throat, and for the moment, can only look at her.

"Katherina, I wanted to see you," I curse, for I cannot seem to say words that are not replete with more than one meaning.


"I wanted you to know that I am doing all I can," I plunge onward, "to find Ciama. the note that was left has provided me with some clues that may enable me to locate where she is being kept. But I need your help...Have you any idea who the man was that came to your father, asking for you? Do you know anything about him, a name overheard, anything."

 

[dansemajik]

OOC: To anyone who is interested...we need a bad guy....I have named him here...

IC: I watched Lucius enter the room, he seemed nervous. this warrior. He was looking at me, I was aware he could see through the shift. I didn't care.

I felt selfish when he began speaking of Ciama, then I felt guilt. I furrowed my brow and tried to remember what my father had said, and what I had observed.

"I have seen him, he is a large man. Very tall, and muscular, he is dark. His hair and eyes are nearly black. He is a warrior. I believe my father called him Arik. I don't know anything else, except he terrified me. I knew that in his arms, I would be destroyed." I came forward grabbing onto Lucius' arm. "he won't hurt he will he?"
I could not bear to see Ciama injured by the clout Arik.

I looked into Lucius' eyes, and drew my face closer to his, I laid my lips on his, tentatively, I held my breath while I let my lips brush his. I drew back, not letting go of his gaze trying to gauge his reaction.

No one ever accused me of having the best timing.

 

[sojournerwolf]

My blood runs cold when Katherina says the name. Arik is a Gaullish prince who has allied himself with Rome. He betrayed his own father for the sake of gold and led his own people into a trap that decimated them. I have never trusted traitors and Arik least of all, for I know he bears me a grudge for opposing his wishes for advancement in the Senate and with Vespasian.

I look into Katherina's eyes, glimmering with trust. But, words fail when her lips touch mine. A shock as of lightning crashes within me. She draws back to look into my eyes and for a moment there is silence...

I step forward, my robe parting, and take her in my arms. There is no need for words between us now as I bend my head to kiss her,

Our lips meet. I can feel her warmth through the shift, feel the urgent erection of her nipples as I crush her to me, my own stiffness pressing into her belly.

Our lips part, and my tongue becomes a flickering flame within hers, dancing, exploring, tasting the sweetness of her mouth, the eagerness of her own caressing mine.

Hunger meets hunger and my hands reach for the neck of her shift. There is a faint tearing sound as it parts beneath my fingers. My own robe falls unheeded to the floor and we are naked, embracing, wanting.

I bury my face in her throat and reach down, picking her up in my arms and carrying her to the bed.

 

[dansemajik]

He comes to me and kisses me, his lips pressing urgently against mine, I discover I have lost the power to breathe. Ahhh...his breath, I will take into my lungs. His tongue danses upon mine creating a tempest within me.

My arms circle his neck as he pulls me to him, the tears my shift, and it falls to the floor as his robe is suddenly gone. His skin, alive against mine is like a minor miracle in the sensations it sends hurtling through me.

he picks me up and carries me to the bed. His need matches my desire. I am enthralled at the size of him, and I want so badly to touch him. My hands wind through his hair, soft and thick. I press my mouth closer to his, my goal is to be one with him even if for just a moment in this brief space of time.

 

[sojournerwolf]

I lay Katherina on the couch. Our hands roam each other. Her hair is silken against my cheek. Her flesh radiates a warmth that pours into me. Our kiss becomes less urgent, but no less intense as I cup her breast in my hand, feeling it small beneath my palm, yet vibrating with her pulse. I rub a slow circle around the rim of her nipple, teasing the tip into aching fullness.

My rigid cock presses against her thigh as my hand traces a trail along her sleek belly. The scent of her is maddening, driving me insane with desire. I run the backs of my finger nails along her lower belly, pressing just lightly until I feel the patch pubic hair against my knuckles.

Lightly, very lightly, I trace the outline of her swollen labia. Her moisture coats my hand as I take her tender stem between thumb and forefinger, stroking, rolling, pulling it taut. She gasps at the twinge and I draws me closer, her hands tangled in my hair, as I slip first one, then two fingers, crossed, deep within her, reaching for the inner ruby.

 

[dansemajik]

I gasped as his hands began roaming my body. His fingers were rough from battle, but they felt wonderful against my tender skin.

I twined his hair around my fingers, and our kiss became full of the passion we both felt.
His fingers were pulling at my nipples, making them want his mouth, but my lips wanted his mouth too.

Oh, and then his fingers. Oh, the Gods, his fingers....I had never known...I felt a tightening, like a spring coiling inside of me, begging for release.

I could feel his hard shaft against my leg, hot and urgent.I reached down and wrapped my fingers around it. I felt him flinch. I slid down so that I was sideways, his fingers were doing things deep inside of me. I tentatively licked the head of his penis. The drop of fluid there had an almond like taste, I ventured a little daringly, as I placed him inside of my mouth. I closed my lips on him and began following the rhythm he was setting with his fingers.

I moaned with mouth wrapped around him. His fingers, deep and probing were reaching places in me that were a secret to me. I felt the flood before it erupted over hand, It was like part of me had exploded. My entire body was suffused with tremors. I went lost all thought for a moment as it cascaded over me, this wonderful spell he had cast on me.

 

[sojournerwolf]

I feel Katherina blazing around my fingers, her juices almost boiling as the flow across my fingers. Our kiss deepens, then she is gone, slipping away. I reach for her, but her eyes glitter with mischief as she first tentatively tastes the libation of cock. The touch of her tongue is like a spear stabbing with pleasure. Her mouth takes me in, deeply, deeper than I would have thought possible.

I groan with my own pleasure and probe her deeper with my fingers, harder, faster...her mouth moves in rhythm with my hand. I feel the tremors of her body around my fingers, those first vibrations before the quake.

I slip my fingers out of her and take firm hold of her hips.
Rolling over, I set her thighs on either side of my head. Her natural perfume is heady as the full bloom of a spring garden. My tongue moves to touch, ever so lightly, to taste...and her flavor is more wonderous than the finest Falerian wine. Slowly, I begin to kiss with a gentle sucking along the outer rim of her passion...moving around and around in a circle, drawing closer.

The pulpy soft flesh of her inner lips brush against mine as I grow drunk with desire to drink deeply of her. my tongue licks along the fold between her inner and outer lips. She is quivering on me, yet does not miss a beat as her mouth and lips explore my shaft which feels as long and hard as a Dorian column. I feel I will burst at any time.

Her tender bud, rigid with its own desire I catch between my lips and roll, slowly at first, picking up speed, sucking her into my mouth tightly as my tongue laves along the bud drawn from its hood....My hands grasp her buttocks, tightly as I draw her closer, ever closer. My tongue parts her inner lips and slithers serpintine within as she gasps.

 

[dansemajik]

I felt the loss for a moment as his fingers left me. Then suddenly when the brought me to his mouth, I was glad. His lips were like subtle butterfly wings at first, teasing, tempting, then...oh then he began to love me with his tongue.

I was distracted by the sensations coursing through my body. I continued to taste and suck and nibble on him. My own fingers became brave as I grasped his sac in my hands gently, and ever so slightly squeezed them, marveling at the heft. I stroked him with my mouth, as he stroked me with his. A gift he was giving me. I didn't know if he knew it, but this was certainly a gift.

 

[sojournerwolf]

My tongue dances over Katherina's most intimate flesh, the taste of her driving me to greater heights of passion. I feel her nimble tongue playing along mine as a flame might drawl the length of a long. I feel the trembling urge to release, a pulsing deep within my groin hard and tight as a knot. I take her clitoris within my lips and suck ruthlessly, laving her with the tip of my tongue, lightly across the sensitive bulb....I gasp, suddenly, as she draws me deep within her mouth with savage effort and slides me out again and again in the same rhythm as my attentions to her own desire until I can hold back know more and with a great sigh, I feel the volcano within surge upward and out in a great fount of white heat.

 

[dansemajik]

I took the tidal wave, and let it slip down my throat. His tongue erupted something in me. I quivered and my breath halted in my chest. I felt my body bucking wanting more, and then I felt it rip through me. A miracle of some sort washed over me, making me feel hot and flushed. I could not stop shaking it was so intense.

His juices flowed down my throate tasting sweet and salty at the same time. I could hear him drinking up my juices as if they were nectar.

 

[sojournerwolf]

I taste the change of Katherina as she approaches her pleasure. The roar of my pulse as my juices pour down her throat all but deafens me to her cries of release. I hold her between my lips as her hips buck and gyrate, then slowly calm to tremors.

With her own essence glistening upon my lips, I draw her up to me. We look for a long time into each others eyes. Our hands, less urgent but no less hungry caress. Her touch seems to impress itself upon my skin and soak deeper. Her passion heated flesh flows through my finger tips and palm as I let my hands roam along her face, her throat, her breasts, her back...tracing a slow trail to cup her buttocks and draw her closer to me.


I gently brush her lips with mine, smelling the alkaline of my seed, the ocean sweetness of her upon my face. And then, I kiss Katherina, slowly, tnedeerly at first, then as our mouths move together, we share the mingled wine of our bodies.

 

[sojournerwolf]

my hands drift along Katherina's body as we kiss, her lips as hungry for me as mine for hers. I feel the silkiness of her flesh flowing as water beneath them. Though we have both spent our first moment of passion, it seems we have change as I feel her hands upon me, touching, tracing...trailing across my belly to where the serpent sleeps not, but stirs...

 

[dansemajik]

I was in a place I had not known existed. I seemed to have passed through this veil into the next. I lie there my breath shallow as I listened to Lucius' heartbeat strong and steadying as we lie there.

I licked my lips, I had liked the taste of him, I had enjoyed the taste of him and I together as our tongues danced in an ancient rythm. My hands had a mind of their own as they wandered across his body...

My fingers twined around his semi turgid shaft. He jerked, as my fingers curled around him...I could feel his heart beating. I was stroking him slowly, liking the way it felt in my hand. The fluid hardness, it amazed me, that the skin could slide so easily over the hardness of him...

I didn't realize he was watching me with fire in his eyes.

 

[sojournerwolf]

My breath comes out in a long, ragged sigh as Katherina takes me into her hand, strokes languidly along my already stiffening length. Her fingers are nimble, subtle, sending shiver throughout my body. I let her see me lick my lips, savoring the taste of her, of us. My hands find her breasts, finger tips drawing slow spirals up one firm, silken mound and then the other, to tease them into answering erection.

I move my mouth to between her breasts, feeling her pulse beneath them. With light brushes of lips, I trace a spiral that weaves back and forth between her breasts. My kisses become moister, lightly sucking as move upward, ever upward, my hand driting across the sleekness of her belly.

my kisses have become light nips as I reach the summit of her left nipple. I lightly draw my fingernail along her clitoris as I let my teeth graze the auroele, then slowly, very slowly suck her into my mouth as my finger weaves deep into her dewy desire...then, just as slowly, I withdraw mouth and finger and wander to her other breast, teasing, appraoching as my finger lightly traces the fullness of her inner lips.

I put my lips over her nipple as if to do as I had done before, but this time, instead, I suck her in, hard and sudden, deeply drawing her nipple into my mouth as my teeth press around the rim, my finger diving into her to elicit a gasp of pleasure....

Sucking, licking, I part her thighs with my hands, moving above her until just the tip of my shaft is brushing against her cunt...teasing her, letting the tip of my plum stroke its oily thin precum drizzle upon her as my lips move up her breast to her throat....

 

[dansemajik]

I sighed as he rose above me. My fear was pricking me in the back of my neck. I had seen this countless times, I had watched the servants at my fathers house rut like pigs...but I had never given of myself.

I was ready for him, and wanted to feel the joy of him, buried deeply inside of me. I raised my legs around his waist, and I tilted my pelvis just a bit to let the tip of him slip in a little...Oh...Please I begged silently, please, be gentle.

 

[sojournerwolf]

I had realized earlier, from the resistance and tightness of Katherina's passage that she had never been with a man before. Desire glows in her eyes for me, yet there is likewise a glimmer of fear.

I tease along her blooming passion with the tip of my cock a moment more, hoping she will find some humor to add to her flame. Then I lean forward, not entering her, and kiss her gently.

"Katherina, thisis your first time to know a man. And this man wants to know you as fully as possible. You may have heard the first time, there may be pain. Trust I will do what I can to help minimize that, sweet one."

I see in her eyes an acceptance that does not quite replace the wariness. I rise from the bed and walk over to where the old slave woman had sat. Her night snack of bread and olive oil was still there. I carry the oil back with me and set it on the nightstand beside the bed.

All the time, I am aware of Katherina's eyes upon me, watching, wondering what I am doing.

Kneeling before her open legs, I pause, regarding her beauty, the wild cloud of her hair, the shimmering eyes and full lips. Her breasts move in slow rhythm to her breathing, perfect mounds topped by pale pink buds as of mountain top flowers.

"Katherina, know you how very beautiful you are? Naiads in all their woodland glory are but as gnarled bushes about you, strong and slender as the sacred oak."

I take the extra pillows and gently place one beneath the small of Katherina's back. Others I lay beneath her thighs.

"When you look into a mirror, does it weep with joy when you have graced it with your image? Do pools of water ripple with happiness when you chance to glance upon them?

there uis an affectionate scepticism in her eyes, which I had hoped for, remember her sense of humor. It serves to distract her yet a bit more, even as she blushes at the effusiveness of my words. Yet truly, she is lovely, and the desire in me to take her grows stronger.

"This oil is a libation to the spirit of Venus which dwells within you, dove. When offered upon the body of one about to experience for the first time the intimate joining, the goddess smiles upon us, soothes the way."

I dip my fingers into the olive oil, stroking it lightly along her breasts and nipples, feeling her arousal grow. I smooth it along her sleek belly, slowly, massaging her lower belly to open wider the temple of eros within her. My hands warm the oil, and I begin to smooth it along the outside of her temple gate, feeling the soft flesh once more engorge...I watch her, the wariness but a flicker now as she loses herself in the sensation of my hands between her thighs, my fingers gently moving inside, slicking the oil thickly upon and within her to make easier the passage.

Reaching for her, I bring her up to sit.

I hold her, close, stroking her hair, kissing her eyes and nose and lips...a long slow kiss of languid exploration. Looking into her eyes, I take her hand and offer her the olive oil.

"Now we have made our offering to Venus, so must we offer to Eros...a double offering by which Venus may open your passion's gate, and Eros guide straight and true my shaft into the center of you."

She smiles, tentatively, dips her fingers into the bowl, and begins to apply the olive oil to my cock...

 

[dansemajik]

Lucius, my poet. I think to myself as he talks to me of Venus and Eros. I dip my fingers in the fruity oil, the scent of it mingling with the musky odor that is our love making.

I dip my fingers into the oil, and begin to slowly apply it to his hard cock. "I bring to you the blessings of Eros, so that our way may be smooth, and that our act be one of deight, and wonder."

I have both of my hands on his dick, stroking the oil deeply into his flesh. His eyes are burning within mine, I can see the fire is stoked, and the flames are leaping higher.

I lie back, pulling him with me. "Love me Lucius"

 

[sojournerwolf]

OOC:
oh, the heat, the heat
of desire, inflaming
loins, consuming thought;

how strange it seems
this drive to quench
such lustrous flames

serves but to stoke them
higher, they drown not
in the streams of passion

poured out, but rather
end only with explosion
yet even then among ashes

embers glow, awaiting
the moment they will be
nurtured to flare again

IC:
Her hands upon me create a knot of desire so tight and hot, I feel as if I am a volcano, about to explode. She lies back, slowly, knowing for the first time the power a woman can have over a man. I stretch out above her, hovering, supporting myself with one hand while I caress her face with the other. My fingertips trace her brow and cheeks, as the tip of my cock lightly touches her blossoming flower. I draw my finger lightly over her lips even as my cockhead traces those below.

I lower my head to hers, my lips all but brushing hers and whisper,

"Your gift, I accept with humble gratitude, for I know it is the most precious and intimate of blessings you might bestow upon any man. that you have chosen to give of it to me, touches my heart."

Ikiss her then, gently, slowly, letting her lips part with mine as my cock enters but barely, gently, the tip in and out. Our tongues tentatively touch, withdraw as if from a shock, then venture out again. I feel her inner lips, hungry yet wary, close about the head of my cock.

Our kiss grows deeper as I continue to patiently stroke, entering a little more at a time each time, but not much until I feel the resitance, the hymen band that is the last barrier before she takes me within.


I take my free hand and lift her head gently to my shoulder, pressing her lips there.

"I enter you, and draw your virgin's blood," I whisper, "pain for pain, taste my flesh as I venture where none have gone before."

Then, with a long, slow steady stroke, not a plunge, but nonetheless inexorable, I push into her, meet the resitance, feel the Gordian knot of her resistance part beneath the blade of my passion.

A new warmth trickles along the length of my cock, her blood as I move into a tight heat gripping me, drawing me deeper...I hear her muffled cry, and then the feel of her sharp teeth upon my hard muscled shoulder as I draw back, and complete my journey into Katherina's wondrous grotto...

 

[dansemajik]

OOC:
The pain that binds us
complete the journey
into my soul

Give to me that thing
which will flood the pain
and bring so much more

Drive into me
and make me forget
all but you

Let my whispers
float upon the air
until bellow they must

This gift the Gods
have bestowed upon us
I am humbled by your grace

IC:
My body is aching for him, yet holding back. I know there will be pain. I have heard it time and again as virgin slaves were taken by warriors to celebrate a victory.

He is as gentle as he can be, stroking slightly, until he hits the doors to my soul. He presses me against his shoulder, and I clamp my lips upon the muscle. The pain is brief, but searing. Then all but fogotten as he begins to teach me what being a woman is all about.

I feel myself folding around him, holding him inside of me, and my legs are clamped around him, my hips keeping time with his.

I have no words. I am lost in this majikal moment, floating on starts, and drowning in Lucius.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Once within her completely, I pause to let her become accustomed to the sensation of my cock within her. She is tight, but slick with the olive oil and her own juices. The sensation of her grasp upon me sends me floating into fields of wonder. I want to stay here forever, kissing her, lips and eyes and cheeks and throat and ears and lips again.

Feeling her legs fold around me, I begin to move, slowly, short strokes at first. The faint sucking sound of my shaft as it moves in and out of here, a little longer each time sounds of kisses. Her flesh beneath me is warm as my hand caresses her throat and shoulders, cups her breast as my thumb slowly draws circles around it, pinches it between the web of thum and forefinger.

Our bellies rub, the oil of her passion seeping onto them. I move almost fully in and out of her now, still slowly, not wanting to rush....for the sake of her becoming accustomed to the experience yes, but also so that I might linger in this moment as long as possible.

Our passion grows greater and together we move, faster, picking up speed. My mouth finds her breast and I nuzzle between them, kissing, lightly biting, suckling. She matches me move for move, giveing as good as she takes.

I feel her fingers upon my back, tender touch alternating with the dig of fingernails. My breathing is growing hoarse, I can hear her faint moans. I slip my hands beneath her, cupping her buttocks, lifting her from the bed as I go to my knees. Her arms are locked upon my neck as I bend upwards, carrying her with me...kneeling, lifting her to the tip of my cock, then letting her own weight pull her down hard and sudden upon me.

 

[dansemajik]

"ahhhh" I moan as he guides me on him in this new position.
I look into his eyes as I ride him, his hands helping and my legs acting as leverage wrapped around him. He is in me so deeply,and he fills me up.

I kiss him softly on the lips as we move together, never closing my eyes, but looking straight into his. I am brazen in my desire to know him, I suck his lower lip into my mouth, still tasting a lingering flavor of me there. I bit it gently, and then I press my tongue into his mouth, doing to his mouth, what his hard cock is doing to me.

I feel a scream building in me, as he drives me down onto him, there is more pleasure than there is pain. "Oh yes. Lucius, give it to me. Let me have all of you" I whisper into his ear.

 

[sojournerwolf]

I watch her eyes, bold and without fear...we move together faster and faster, her legs locked about my waist, her hands gripping my shoulders. The feel of her sliding up and down my cock is pleasure beyond description, tight and hot and moist. We kiss hungrily as we move, my strong hands upon her ass, sliding her up and down, up and down...I feel the explosion building within me, a hot pool of volcanic heat bubbling, growing, surging....I can feel her own inner tremors rippling along my shaft. My hands grow slippery with her juices and our sweat....I move them to get a better grip, and as I raise her to the very pinacle of my cock, I slip the middle finger deep within her anus as I pull her hard to me, close as possible....bursting then, fountaining great gouts of white hot heat deep within her I groan, loudly, holding her there as we shudder together.

OOC:
The spire rises into the night
closing soft and warm upon it,
softly falling rain begins,
and with it the rumble of distant
thunder, the darkness engulfs
ever closer and the spire quivers
with its own deep gurgle, then
into the night as lightning flashes
the fountain pours a joyous dance
of ecstatic union

[Edited by sojournerwolf on 05-13-2001 at 07:07 PM]