Creatures of the Knight

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle

"Well, I'm from Canada and- what the? Gabrielle, you okay? Whats the matter? It looks like you just a had some disturbing vision"

Gabrielle's eyes soften as she listening to the concern within his voice. She feels the painful throbb of a beginning headache beginning in her mind. Wondering when she was going to be able to finally control this gift, the sudden visions seemed to cause more harm to her than good she thought. She clears her throat before speaking, masking the turmoil abound within her.

"It's no mind, Sancti. It happens occassionally. Nothing like being blessed with gifts." Her sigh slips easily past her lips as she motions for the server to bring her more drink.

"Now, Canada, you said. And how did you become one of the cloth? You don't seem to be the average Father, if I may say so."

As she posed the question, Gabrielle's hand fluttered to her chest, stroking the jewel nestled upon her flesh. Her eyes combing over Sancti, wondering if he was prepared for his next task.

 

[ozme52]

Osmond - afternoon delight

Rhiannon's orgasm squeezes me like a vice, her cry, thrilling to my ears. Her hips thrust forward with urgency, milking my orgasm from me, opening on each inward thrust, squeezing with each withdrawal. I would have saved it for tonight, for Rhiannon's oath, but to no avail as Rhiannon's ass slaps up and down on my thighs, the sound beckoning me to spend within her.

And spend I do!

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

Brother Sancti put up his hands, and said, "well, looks like you caught me red handed. If you must know, I am a cleric. You know, vanquishers of evil, the holy warriors, the warrior priests with holy spells up the ying-yang, get the picture? Up in Canada, we even supply service to the needy. Would you happen to be a person who is in need of service?", he asked. He wondered which way this beautiful spell-user would take question.

 

[Felicia4411]

Felicia

"I'm awful sorry to have brought this trouble on you, ma'am. Jimmy was a good man and he talked about you a lot. I'll do what I can to put things right."

After he finished he just watched me, his cigarette still in his mouth but unlit. Feeling a tear sliding down my cheek I quickly brush it away, I felt I'd cried enough in front of him for one day.

"I'm sorry I slapped you Jack...when you said you killed Jimmy I thought you meant that you really had killed him. I'm glad you were honest with me, though it's a bit much to handle right now. This uh..thing that killed people last night, what happened to it?" I asked, wondering if I really wanted to know the answer.

 

[llyr2]

Jack

"Miss Sanchez, I did kill Jimmy. He was where he was because I sent him there. I appreciate what you're trying to do, but it doesn't change the way things are."

I don't know if she understands me or not, and maybe it doesn't matter. I can't bring her brother back; all I can do is try to find whatever or whoever killed him and take an eye and a tooth for the ones I cost this woman. And there's the problem. If I'd caught the wolf this morning I might've found something out. Looking up at her, I take the cigarette out of my mouth.

"I don't rightly know what killed him, ma'am. I'm sorry to say it was bad. Jimmy never got the chance to use his ... " I stop quickly when I see what my words are doing to her and curse myself for a fool. I'm not cut out for this, I can't be gentle anymore - it's not in me. So instead I take a glass from the bureau and fill it with gin and go to hand it to her. Her hand's shakey so I take it and hold it steady and put the glass carefully into it and hold her hand and the glass until she looks up at me and nods a little. I let her hand go and she takes a small drink. It seems to help. She offers the glass over to me. "No thank you, ma'am, I don't drink," and then I get back to her question.

"Me and a couple of other people fought a wolf today. I hurt it bad but it got away. I think that animal killed your brother, but I still have to find out for sure." And while I watched her looking down into the depths of the drink, I thought about Harrison. Judging by his place in this morning's fight, he knew something.

 

[Felicia4411]

Felicia

"Miss Sanchez, I did kill Jimmy. He was where he was because I sent him there. I appreciate what you're trying to do, but it doesn't change the way things are."
I see a combination of determination and sadness on his face and my heart goes out to him. I feel like I said the wrong thing but I wasn't sure how to fix it so I just let him go on talking hoping help him a little. He started saying it was bad and it took all my strength to listen calmly. My horror must have shown through because he got up and got a glass and poured some of the flask's contents into it. I reached for it when he offered it but my hands were shaking. Taking my hand he put the glass in it and held it until it was somewhat steady. After taking a few sips I offer it to him but he says no and continues with his story.

"Me and a couple of other people fought a wolf today. I hurt it bad but it got away. I think that animal killed your brother, but I still have to find out for sure."

"A wolf...look I'm sorry for taking more of your time. You look tired and you've done enough for me already. If you do find out, about the wolf, I'd like to know. Anyways, please don't let me keep you." I said, though I wasn't sure how much I meant it. Having someone around had made me feel less alone but I was sure he had things to do and I had no real reason to ask him to stay.

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle

Gabrielle's eyes smoothed over Sancti as the offer was made. Why one earth would she need his services? But then again, it wasn't everyday she met someone such as Sancti.

Silently, she rose from her seat, forever the layd, she smoothed the layers of her dress and smiled to him. Her smile was easy, lustful, almost wanton in it's beckoning to him. She moved towards him with a grace that was reserved for dancers, her hand touched his forearm.

"Would you like to walk with me, Sancti?"

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

"Walk? Sure. Let me just go back to my room to freshen up a bit", he said. Brother Sancti's question wasn't answered, but he took her question as a yes. He picked up his hefty mace, turned around, then walked out the door. He turned around to say, "this will only take minute okay? Can you wait till then?".

 

[spiritual_love]

"This will only take minute okay? Can you wait till then?"

Gabrielle smiles slowly at his request that she wait. He doesn't know me quite well enough, she thought. She was so veyr impatient at times. And this seemed to be one of those times.

"No, I fear I do not care to wait for your return, Sancti." her voice purrs forth in a soft whisper, "Lead the way. I'm sure you have a sitting area within your quarters? I do desire to wait there. That way I can keep an eye on you, dear." she laughs mischeviously as she watches his eyes.

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

"Oh yes, of course. Please, follow me", he said. He led the way up the carpeted stairs, and through a few halls. He pulled out a key, and opened his door. "Please, step inside my temporary abode". Brother Sancti walked in after her, and closed the door behind him. "This won't take long", he said, as he entered his washroom.

 

[llyr2]

Jack

She's courteous enough to suggest she'll be okay alone, but it doesn't show in the way she moves or the timbre of her voice. I've been around enough lonely and hurt people to know one when I see one. She's putting on a man's toughness, but she's taking her brother's death real hard. They must have been close. Should've guessed from the way Jimmy used to talk about her all the time.

"Tell you what, Miss Sanchez, I was just going to have some early lunch and then talk to some people, run some errands and such. Why don't you come down with me? I'm not sure that either of us has much sleep coming right now. What do you say? I'll buy."

And for the first time in quite a spell, I smile.

 

[Felicia4411]

Felicia

Jack looks at me a while and I notice with surprise that his eyes are a striking blue. I hadn't looked before and had just assumed that he had brown eyes along with the brown hair. Realizing that I'm staring I quickly look away and he finally says, "Tell you what, Miss Sanchez, I was just going to have some early lunch and then talk to some people, run some errands and such. Why don't you come down with me? I'm not sure that either of us has much sleep coming right now. What do you say? I'll buy."

Looking at his smile I get the feeling he really wouldn't mind and I smile back at him. "That would be great, I really don't know anyone here and with Jimmy's death I've felt lonely. I'll let you buy lunch on the condition that you let me get to know you better."
Grabbing my purse I glance at him and wonder if being lonely is the only reason I was so glad he'd asked me to join him. Jimmy quickly pops into my head and I instantly feel guilty and dismiss the thoughts, "Lead the way."

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle

As Sancti, disappears into the washroom Gabrielle takes a quick assessment of his quarters. Finding it lacks of anything personal, she smiles. He's quite a simple man, unadorned, ready to leave whenever necessary, litterally "on-call" for his path.

Gabrielle clasps her hands before her as she takes a few steps towards the washroom. Stopping herself, before she does the unthinkable..

He's a man of the cloth, for heaven's sake, Gabrielle!
Gabrielle's thoughts rage within her head, caushing her laughter to spurt from her lips.

But that makes him all the more delicious...

"Sancti? Do you need any help?" she asks quiet innocently.

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

"Not unless you also need a quick bath!", he said. Unknowingly, Brother Sancti's answer was very unexpected, and was probably somewhat of a stunner to Gabrielle. It wasn't exactly the typical cleric answer, then again, Sancti wasn't a typical cleric. He sat naked in his tub, as he washed his face with a wet cloth. Washing off any dirt, or dry blood.

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle

Gabrielle couldn't help but laugh at his response. He was becoming more and more interesting as the minutes passed.

Well, in that case...."she said politely, before entering the washroom, "I didn't believe I needed to bathe..but then again.." Her vivid violet eyes feasted upon the sight before her. The waters sloshing about the masculine form, the wash rag scrubbing at the dirt and blood marring his flesh. She felt the sweet pulse of pleasure within her belly, the force began to grow more needy by the moment.

"Now this is what you are hiding from everyone beneath this ornery robes, Sancti? You are a magnificent creation of Your God." Gabrielle allowed herself to indulge in the sight of him greedily, nearly forgetting herself.

She strode to the tub, kneeling next to him, she drew the wash rag from his hands, placing the soap upon it, she began to wash his shoulders. Her fingers roamed over the wet flesh, gliding upon along the curve of his neck.

Would you mind standing for me, darling?"

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

"Aw shucks Gabrielle. That was an awfully nice compliment, thanks", he replied. Then she came closer, knelt down, and began to wash him off with the cloth he was using. "Well um... thanks again I guess", he said. The thought and feeling of her washing and touching him got him... excited. His eight inch 'mini-mace' quickly sprang to action. What an embaressing situation he was in.
Then she asked for him to stand. He had second thoughts, but after a few seconds he slowly rose. The last time he had been touched like THIS was by a woman was with a also a cleric back in Canada. This wasn't TOO far back, it was a few nights ago before he came to this hotel actually. Soon, he was standing in his tub, as water dripped off his body, and his rock like tool just hanging there in mid-air. "This is getting interesting", he thought to himself.

 

[llyr2]

The dining room is empty of guests when we arrive, despite the lunch hour. I'm guessing that most left early this morning after last night's events. "I'll just go and get us some food, Miss Sanchez. Not sure how much staff is around and available to do the serving for us. Hope you like venison stew - it's Cook's specialty." I fumble out this last. Small talk's not what I do every day, and it's not natural. Even on the job I listen rasther than talk - which suits most customers just fine.

Walking back to the kitchen, Knapp, the day manager, waves me over. "Jack, you know we don't allow irons in the guest areas," he says quietly referring to my Colt.

"Eli, look over there," I say, discreetly pointing over to Felicia Sanchez. "That's Jimmy Sanchez's kin. He was killed last night and we still have no idea how, why, or by who. He died when I put him in the wrong place, and when I get some kind of trophy for Miss Sanchez there - some proof that her brother's death is set right - then I'll put up my gun. Until then I suggest you turn a blind eye to it - or try to settle this thing without me." With this I turn about and leave Knapp spluttering behind me, walk into the kitchen, and get a couple bowls of stew from cook, a couple slabs of fresh bread, and a couple of pears.

Returning to the table, I set the bowl before Miss Sanchez who looks ready to cry again. "There you go, miss. What can I get you to drink?" I ask beginning to walk to the bar so that I can leave her alone to collect herself again.

 

[1stTwistedSistr]

Rhiannon ~ Osmond

Having woken up as the rays of the warm afternoon sun started peeking through the curtains to the room, Rhiannon lay gazing on Osmond's masculine form. He was sleekly muscled and in slumber, looked so much like a little boy that it made her giggle, but the thoughts running through her head were decidedly un-childlike.

He subconciously heard it evidently, because he turned from his stomach to his side facing her throwing an arm out and pulling her to him. As gently as possible, so as not to wake him, she rolled over so that they were spooning. Trying to get a bit closer, she wiggled her bum and scooted down just a bit only to run into a raging hot hard on. As her cool skin came into contact with his
hot cock, Osmond pulled her hips back and ground his turgid member into the crack of her ass which shot a jolt of desire through her similar to a bolt of lightening.

After waiting to make sure he was still asleep, she came up onto her elbow and looked back at his face... good, still asleep!
Silently, she slowly slid down under the covers and kept scooting
till she was eye to eye with his swollen manhood. Bending close,
she blew her warm breath on the purple head and was pleased when she was rewarded with him thrusting his hips forward and his cock surging even fuller.

Smiling to herself she bent forward and with the tip of her
tongue, traced the thick vein from his balls to the underside of
the thick head. As she lowered her mouth to engulf him, she heard him gasp in suprise and couldn't hold back the giggle that burst forth at the sound. She quickly muffled it by sliding the length of him till her nose was buried in the crisp curls of his groin.

Convulsing her throat and at the same time snaking her tongue out and down his balls to lap at them elicited not only another gasp from Osmond but his hand shot down to the top of her head where he held it as he flexed his hips, driving himself even further into her throat. She quickly shook his hand off of her head and licked and sucked her way back up the length of him lightly raking her teeth up the sides of the shaft while her tongue danced a pattern up each side of the underside then around the rim of the head, releasing it with an audible pop. She slowly lapped at all sides of it with the flat of her tongue as if she were licking an ice cream cone, and a tasty one at that! She continued with this technique until she saw his balls begin to tighten and he was moaning loudly, clearly getting ready to cum.

Throwing the covers back she was up on her knees and straddling him facing his feet and grasping him in her hand positioned him for entry into her throbbing, clasping kitty. Taking a moment to slide him the length of her wet slit, she finally positioned it at the entrance. Slowly, slowly she eased him into her hot sheath until she finally had it buried to the hilt. She sat still while her body adjusted to his length and breadth, but she could feel her muscles milking the full length of that hard cock.

Osmond, meanwhile had just about shot his load into her tight
hole as soon as she hit bottom. He was thinking that it was a very good thing that she hadn't moved at all, otherwise right about now he'd be falling all over himself trying to apologize for not being able to control himself, so instead, he grabbed ahold of her hips and thought about those mundane tasks he did daily...

Rhiannon needed to have him thrusting that velvet covered steel shaft up into her now! She began rocking her hips so that on every out stroke her clit was dragged down his length and then easing up on the in stroke. Soon Osmond was thrusting into her deeply, using her hips to guide her motions and she in turn was soon pushing herself onto him with all she had.

Thrusting,

clasping,

throbbing,

clenching,

in and

out and

in and

out.

Harder and

harder,

faster,

and faster

they went

until they both exploded together in one last heaving thrust!
Osmond crying out loudly that he was cumming and Rhiannon screaming his name as wave after wave of her orgasm crashed over her, leaving them both sweaty and exhausted. She slid off of his thighs where he pulled her to himself and kissed her passionately telling her that it was his favorite way to wake up.

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle

Gabrielle remained kneeling, rocking back upon her heels as she watched Sancti stand. Her eyes openly wandered upon the bared flesh before her, feasting once again upon him. Suddenly her smile slid upon her lips easily, her eyes resting upon his as she lifted from her kneel. For a brief moment, she considered wrapping him within a spell, casting one only to enhance what she desired to experience with him. One that would seduce, arouse, create one of the most erotic moments ever for him.....her tongue flickered upon her lower lip, perhaps she still would.

Turning her back towards him, she unpinned her hair, letting the dark waves fall, twisting them over her shoulder, she bared her back to him, presenting the opening of her luxurious gown.

"Undress me, Sancti." her voice dove into his mind, seeking a mental connection that she wondered if he would allow, "If you so desire, darlin'."

 

[Felicia4411]

Felicia

After choosing a table Jack goes to get our food from the kitchen. I notice a man stop him and they have a quick discussion before Jack walks off leaving the man looking rather unhappy. I look around and remember the times I'd been here before with Jimmy and how much he'd seemed to enjoy working here. I'd been so happy for him and had encouraged him to stay even though he'd worried about me getting lonely back home. As I tried to work out whether it I felt good or bad about my encouragement now I saw Jack heading back with the food. Leaving my thoughts for later I said, "Wow this looks great."
He headed over to the bar saying, "What can I get you to drink?"

"Water would be just great, thanks." I said knowing I wouldn't be able to handle much more alcohol. After coming back with the drinks he sat down. "So tell me about yourself, what you like to do for fun, about your family, how you started working here, things like that." I said before taking a bite from my pear.

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

"You mean, if YOU desire it", he replied. He slowly removed her gown, while kissing her from the neck down. His tongue slid across her skin with every kiss. When her gown was completely off, his mouth had found itself to her right nipple. His experienced mouth worked its magic around that area, and the left area as well. He then kiss his way back up, leading up to her lips. His action filled kiss, filling her mouth.

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle

"Ah...." Gabrielle's head tilted back, revealing the silken flesh of her neck, "You already know what I desire...Sancti." Her voice had the purr of a lioness being preye dupon by the King of Beasts, willing giving herself over to the strength and power of him.

She shivered as his experienced lips cradled her nipples, bringing them into tight buds of pleasure. His teeth manipulated each, nipping and suckling till they throbbed madly. The twin peaks had ripened and blushed fully, casting a rose glow upon the tips of her breasts. His kisses continued to grace Gabrielle's body, tantalizing, sending her into a tailspin of greedy need as his mouth finally found hers.

Gabrielle was content to tip her head, mouth affixed to his perfectly and indulging in a deep soul searching kiss. Her tongue danced with his, dipping, twirling, trying to suckle at the length of the thick pink muscle within his mouth. Her moans began to flood her lips as she pressed closer and closer still. Feeling the sudden urge to be with one, to have the exquisite energy fill her body.

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

"Good God!!", he thought, "what an excellent kisser". Without warning, he swept her off her feet, and put her in the tub with him. Moving his head down again, he kissed his way to her opening. He looked back up at her then smiled. He inserted his tongue into her special spot, then lapped away. She tasted so sweet to him.

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle

Gabrielle's head fell back as his lips trailed downwards. Black waves of hair swept along the pale curve of her arched back, her legs easing wider apart, unable to keep herself so closed to his lips. She thought she would swoon. Lost completely in the pleasure of his wandering tongue, the placing of slow, lingering kisses upon her mound, over the swollen lips of her sex.

Growling wildly, her right hand slides to the back of his head, holding him against the juicy opening as his mouth laps at the trickling honey. Her knees almost buckle with the sudden pulse of heat shooting throughout.

Melting to the floor, she lays down upon her back, her feet pressing upon Sancti's shoulders. He resumes his position between the length of her curvaceous legs. Her fingers reach downwards, pulling back the hood covering her erect little nub, revealing it for his sexual feast.

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

Without keeping her waiting any longer, Brother Sancti thrusted deep into her. Then he pulled out, and went back into her again. He did this over and over, with a steady pace. By the look on her face he could tell she was enjoying this, and so was Sancti. Every thrust was quick and hard, without any slowing down or speeding up.