Descending the stairway

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He was up at dawn. He strode out into the sunlight as naked as the day he was born. The low rays of the rising sun cruely picked out the ridges and depressions of the lacing scars that covered him. Yet in their totality there was unity, as though they fit an underlying plan...a plan not concieved in a human mind.

He walked to the stone well and drew up a bucket of cold water, he raised it high and poured it over his head and shoulders. It ran in rivers across his chest and abdomen, his loins and thighs. It sparked on him like jewels it seemed an armor made of crytals that prism flashed in the morning light. He shook his head like a lion, then dipped and poured again...

This is how Grace found him that second day.

 

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Grace

I looked and saw him framed in the open door. He was magnificent in the morning light. I smiled as he shook the water from his hair. He was not handsome in a conventional sense, but he was certainly stunning in other ways.

I stood at the stove preparing my inks, and the implements I would need to finish what we had begun.

He seemed to know what I needed to do. He sat in the chair, drinking the strong tea I had placed before him. I took the ring that lie on the small leather bag, kissed it, feeling it waver as my lips touched it, then I leaned down and kissed the nipple on his right breast, then touched the ring to it. I was amazed as it immediately inserted itself into his skin.

I set my needles down on the table beside him. what I had to do would take hours to complete and intense pain. I knew he would be able to withstand it.

I examined the marks on his back and nearly smiled thinking my work was already half way done. I began with the dark blue ink, I made the circle of thorns around his left bicep. At his shoulders I began laying out the map of our journey. It was a tapestry in ink, on flesh, but one that was necessary to get us where we needed to be.

 

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The day wore on and AEsin lay on the table turning first this way and that. Grace knew what she was doing, else the pain would have been unbearable. They paused for wine and refreshment and once for delicious lovemaking. Often she would bathe his tortured skin with cool water and kiss the marks she'd made, for this too was a part of the ritual.

Late in the afternoon a dark storm arose in the East which was strange beyond measure. They walked into the garden hand in hand and beheld the Dragon. He lay curled in the roiling bruised clouds of the tempest and lightning flashed from his eyes. Rolling thunder was the voice of his rage and his warning. He lay in the east for an hour, then was gone.

When they returned to the needle and the inks, they were quiet and subdued. Grace bent to her task with a will. Both knew now that the taking of the Kingdom would be at the peril oh their lives.

 

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Grace

Aesin took the needle, the ink and the time it took with great patience. I had laid the map on his back. When I was nearly finished our dragon called us out to warn us of the days to come.

We knew it would be a hard journey, the story on Aesin's shoulders told it all. This map would be a part of his soul when I was finished, it would not only be etched in his skin, it would be etched in the very deepest part of who he was, to call upon when he needed to.

I was drawing the cave the witch lived in, the deep dark cavern at the base of a mountain, as I was placing the black ink on Aesins skin, I could feel her presence in my hand, trying to thwart me.

I bent down and whispered to Aesin, He stood, kissed me, our breasts touching the rings began to hum, and the presence left me. Together we were invicible. Apart we were strong in our own ways.

I finished my art near days end, it was growing dark, I was exhausted. I began to slowly bathe Aesins back with soap made of sesame oil, then I rubbed some raw sesame oil on his skin, to keep him soft and supple and to set the ink.

I kissed his entire back, at the points that we would need more strength. I could almost smell the mountain air, hear the birds flying, and there, at the very top, our golden dragon, keeping watch, ready for us when we were.

 

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Grace

I finished my work, standing straight again, stretching my back with my hands braced against the lower part, I leaned back.

I stood in front of Aesin, and I slowly unlaced teh bodice of my dress. I let it slip from my shoulders, and I stood before him. The ring in my breast shone dully.

I smiled at him and said to him, "I am yours, do what you will"

 

[ariosto]

Each stinging stroke of the needle seemed to have suffused Aesin not only with pain but with a sense of physical and sexual power. The last 2 hours had been a torment to him. He had lain there on his back as she applied the instrument to his engorged penis, a brilliant dragon whose tail curled around the thick base of his shaft to lie twitching between his testicles, the body of the beast the long rigid length of his cock and its' fierce head the hooded glans whos tiny mouth would change the world.
Bathing her last creation with warm water and sesame oil, it pulsed and twitched in her hands like a creature alive.
She stood back and let her bodice fall...

"I am yours, do what you will."
He was not sure if he spoke, or the dragon spoke...

"Take me in your hands alone...tonight we will climb many steps.
This is the first..."

 

[dansemajik]

Grace

OOC ...love the dragon idea...Thanks.


IC: I knew he was still sore, so I gently took the brilliantly colored dragon into the palms of my hand. I took the oil, and dribbled a bit more to keep the motions smooth, so as not to harm him.

The deep rich scent of the oil wafted through the air, suffusing it with a heady aroma. He slid forward in the chair and then leaned back, giving me full access to his engorged penis.

I slowly worked it, my hands small, but sure, as if I were petting a favored pet, stroke after stroke after stroke. I kissed the dragon, litting my tongue slip ever so slightly into its mouth. I heard the deep sigh as I let the head fall into my mouth, closing my lips around him as I travelled further down the body of my artwork.

 

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Aesin watched her beautiful hands stoking the length of the Dragon. Her palms moved the skin over the stiffening core, spreading warm oil onto it. It was mesmerising watching her.
Starting at the base of the tail, sliding over the dragons body, up and over the crested hood and holding it's jaws in her warm palm. Controling it... taming it.

He slid forward in his seat, reached out and squeezed his testicles sending a surge of aching power through the beast.
She felt it and opened her perfect lips, engorging the head in the moist heat of her mouth.
She began to move her lips and tongue across the golden twining lines of her creation and as she did a deep, deep thrumming began to build from a dark place within.

 

[dansemajik]

Grace

I watched in amazement as the dragon grew. I closed my mouth on it an felt something begin to happen. I felt as though we were moving through space and time.

I was mystified by this man, and I knew that he was an extention of me to a degree, yet not a part of me.

He slammed his dick hard into my mouth, and I took it. I swallowed as much as possible. It seemed to keep growing, but I kept swallowing. My hands caressing the long line of the body, the golden scales, the tail, the smooth underbelly.

 

[ariosto]

Her fingers, squeezing, pulling, seemed to be molding and mixing his orgasm almost of their own accord. It seemed she could feel the shape and volume of the load as she formed it and heated it in her own hands. He wanted to touch her but did not. This first outpouring of the Dragons seed was something she must do with utter concentration. He was the passenger who would ride the crest of ecstasy. But she was the forger of the wave.

 

[dansemajik]

Grace

he was in my mouth, but it wasn't really he who was there. He was a vessel for what I had to accomplish. After he had stood for hours of pain, I had to withstand this, and take it all, or we were doomed.

I could feel the dragon rear up, and I could feel him growing, to some great beast. My hands began to stroke more fervently, and my tongue lapped at the beautiful head.

As he came into my mouth, it was more than I ever thought I could take at one time. I musn't let any escape, it was precious. So, I swallowed as he pumped into me, over and over and over again. He was at the very back of my throat, so I was felt as though I were choking a bit already. The force of it was intense. I heard him roar as the molten seed slipped down my throat.

 

[ariosto]

Exhausted Aesin lay near death or sleep and watched Grace curl herself around herself. An aura seemed to surround her in a shimmering wave.
He did not disturb her. What had been planted she must know and she alone.
He looked down and saw the beautiful dragon curled around his penis. He had not gone soft and he knew that as long as the Quest continued he would remain rampant. He idly stroked the smooth hardness of himself and fell fast asleep.

 

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Grace

This was something she would have to do alone, but it would nearly kill her. The pain would be so incredible that she may not be able to bear it.

It grew in her, made of the gold and the strength of the dragon, forged with his heat, and her mouth, poured into her belly where it was honed to razor sharpness.

she felt the slipping away of her self and saw her other self standing beside her. She looked around, and saw Aesin sleeping, his hand curled around the dragon.

"It is time" the other Grace said. Reaching her hand out, she led her outside to the small creek that lie on the back property. "You must cool it as soon as it is out" She heard herself say.

the cramps hit her hard...she doubled over in pain. Her cry faint, buried in the grass. She felt as if she were being ripped in half. She didn't strain, knowing instinctively that it would make things worse.

She passed out for a moment, then came to as another burst of pain hit her square in the back. She breathed deeply, slowly, then after a bit, it was over. There on the grass was Aesins newly forged sword. A sword with the strength of a dozen dragons, and the power of the two that had built it. She picked it up, and ripped the protective veil off it, and slid it into the water.

It steamed as it slipped under. She picked it up, held it to the dawning sun and said the words.

"May light always follow the darkness
May the blade always cut true
May your courage follow your heart"

The words were carved like runes as the words came from her mouth, there were more there, but it was not time to read them. The future would not be told on this sword, that was something they would have to live to see.

She limped back to the house, she wrapped the shining sword in a swath of lambskin, and she eased her sore body down next to Aesin, and slept.

 

[ariosto]

He awoke first to thunder growling on the Eastern horizon. The light in the cottage was dim, crepuscular. Grace slept beside him and the sword lay between them. The sword was called 'The Child of Grace' and with it they would gain the Kingdom.
He walked to the window and saw the Black Dragon curled all around the mountains beyond the valley.
The ground shook and lightening split the sky.
Thunder poured from it's mouth...
First shall she die that girded you for War...Then shall you die that gave her the seed.
We wait for both of you and will grow stronger with your Blood.

Aesin held the sword high and light prismed from it like rainbows chasing the shadows beyond the hills. Only those in the East retained the malevolent form of the Beast.

 

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Grace

Her dream was one that took her to worlds she had never seen. An old man, more ancient than time itself was showing her a book. Showing her the pages, what was written there. "You must find the book Grace." His old voice whispered in her ear. "Without the book, all will be lost. The black dragon hides the book within his dark heart....find the witch, you will find the book. Take her life, and your will be eternal, if she takes your life, she will be eternal, and all will be lost for all time."

She woke with a start at the sound of thunder. She uttered, "the book, I have to get the book", then she slipped back into dreamless sleep, still exhausted from her labor the previous night.

 

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Kate

I am back

 

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She awoke to his lips suckling her breasts and his hand gentle on her sex. She opened her eyes and saw that he was dressed in his old raiments, the semed leather jerkin rough against her skin.

He looked up and whispered,
"It is time Grace. We are strong as we ever shall be."
She nodded and pressed his head back to her bosom, reluctant to cross the bridge, remembering the sweetness and passion of yesterday. But clouds lay thick in the East and she knew he was right. The journey had to begin this day. But now! This moment?
His lips on her budding nipples and the slow movement of his fingers between her legs suggested that a short delay would cause no harm...

 

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Kate

The journey waited, but one more moment of sweetness before they began a journey that would test them more than any other thing they have lived through would not hurt.

She moved her arms up to wrap around his neck. Her hands buried in his hair, pushing his face further down into her breasts.

His hands were slowly tantilizing her. She sighed and began moving her hips to get more of what his hands were doing to her.

The rough seams of the smooth cool leather teased her skin, and made her want more of him.

She opened her eyes, seeing his full of desire, she said, "Once more before we go to our victory, or death."

 

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As they would be equals in the journey so they would be equals now. Aesin stripped off his leathers and turned with his head to her feet. He reached over and took her leg, pulling her on top of him, her nipples brushing across his chest. She moved down, opening her legs and sitting back on them until her sex was against his mouth. Grace's warm hands began to caress his penis to full erection, softly stroking it from base to tip. He felt the butterfly kisses of her lips and tongue against his sensitive shaft. She leaned forward raising herself just enough that he was able to lick her clit and press his eager mouth against her vulva, reaching into it with his tongue, causing her to moan and shudder and squeeze his cock between her hands. Her mouth slips over his rampant hood like a hot glove
His fingers on her thighs pulling her down, he pushes deeper tasting her sweet nectre...
They lay on the sunlit bed, slipping into each other with delicious abandon.

 

[ariosto]

I think I discovered how to keep from apearing as unregistered.

 

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Grace

This act would be selfless. It would be two people taking pleasure for a moment in time.

She trembled as his tongue laved her pussy, her clit and the outer lips, his mouth gently pulling her clit into between his lips.

Her mouth closed around him, smoothly. She loved the rock hard softness in her mouth. The penis was hard, but the skin surrounding it like velvet. It was a wonder to her. She let her hands slip over his shaft, the opposite direction of her lips, and tongue.

He guided her, with his own mouth, she mimicked his movements. She felt her self quicken, it felt as if a volano within her was going to burst, bringing with it flames that would be too hot to burn them. they would be turned to steam, and they would drift away into the clouds.

she let herself go, she had no reason to hold on, to wait. She let the flames created my his tongue loose, and she brought his seed to quench her inner fire.

This was but the beginning.

 

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The taste of wild honey, the taste of their passion lingered and gave them strength all through the morning.
She sent him out at noon with coins and he returned with goods for the journey and three mounts.
One was midnight black almost to Indigo and indeed that was his name. He was massive, 17 hands high and had the power to go for days without food or rest. The other was a small golden horse, a Palomino of white mane and tail. She was called Oro and was the fleetest horse in all the world. The third steed was a humble Donkey who had no name but in him lay the secret of the quest.

She prepared a last meal for them in the cottage and as the sun dipped below the Western ranges, they rode from the courtyard East into the night.

 

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Grace

Her mind kept drifting to the book. That book hidden in the bowels of the cave. She looked at Aesin on his mighty horse and smiled, thinking about the way his legs felt against her skin. She could see the strength and the muscle as they straddled the horse.

She had donned a pair of mans britches, made of leather, and a homespun shirt, with a leather jerkin over it. She had to be free to fight, and skirts were not conducive to free movement in confined spaces.

All night they travelled, finally at day break, they set up camp under a copse of trees and ate a light meal of dried fruit and bread, with cold water from the stream. The horses ate oats and drank.

Grace spread out the blankets making a thick pallet, and they lie down to rest, Aesin's words hiding them from any curious passersby, and they slept.

 

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In the dream they flew over high mountains with snowy peaks and then they dived down the valleys cut by flowing rivers and came at dawn to a land of sweet flowers and diamond clear brooks where
they lay on a soft meadow and coupled there.
Grace's legs opened to him and he thrust himself into her. She twined her smooth thighs around him and gave her breasts to his hands and mouth. Birds of many colors sang through the trees and a warm breeze caressed their naked bodies.
She gave him her milk and he gave her his seed and in that they were nourished. As he rose from her glowing body an arrow fletched with dragon scales took him in the heart and as she wept over him they came and took her and laid her on the ground and raped her.

He awoke in a cold sweat!
It was dark. There were voices in the woods around them.

 

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Grace

I woke to the voices at the same time Aesin did. My heart pounding. I put my hand up and touched his shoulder. It was not naturally dark. this was a darkness of another nature.

I opened the leather pouch I wore across my chest and on my hip. I opened a small glassine envelope, and withdrew some fine pearl powder. I whispered over the small pile in my hand

"Lighten that which is wrongfully dark, take away the shadow and reveal to us what lingers behind the wall of blackness." Then I stood and blew the powder in a complete circle around us. the day was shown to us, and I could hear scampering in the forest beyond.

I whistled to our golden dragon and he set fire to those he could see. Spies I was sure for the witch in the cave. She would not kill us here. She needed us alive, so she would let us get to her, but how much longer after that she let us survive if we were unable to fulfill our destiny, I did not know.

I smiled at Aesin
"You fear is well founded. But now, we must swallow that.
I can not be had by any other until this deed is done. Any who try will be killed by our creation. I belong solely to you Aesin."

I put my hand on his face. "Your dream may have had some merit
I will not tell you that we will live through this, because I do not know." I leaned in and kissed him, and said against his mouth, "I will die fighting for you." Then my hand reached out and found his penis, semi hard. I stroked it through his trousers. "Take me now, My body needs you."