Eastport (closed)

[ThaDonger]

Marcus takes a long drink of rum before handing it back. "Fuck being proper!" He speaks loudly. "It's going about the way I expected. Everyone enjoying themselves, dancing, drinking, with the exception of the host. I'm left smiling and shaking hands all night."

"Thanks" he looks down at the stone walk in response to her compliment. He looks at her dress, her beautiful feet and legs stretched out beneath the silk fabric. Marcus notices the pattern of the silk and smiles "Might I say, you look gorgeous"

With her sudden departure, Marcus takes her parting words as a challenge. He stands and follows her to the stairs, watching as she descends. As Terra nears the bottom and a simple motion of his hand, two guards step in front, blocking her path. "Excuse me!" Marcus yells down.

"My Lady. Your presence is required" one of the guards politely says before walking her back to the top of the stairs. Marcus stands watching as they escort her to him. "I haven't said you can leave" smiling into her eyes.

 

[Makisan]

Terra stares at him and sighs, a small smile creeping across her face. She shrugged.

"Are you going to make me take the secret stairs in the morning?" She asked flatly, looking away from him, watching the guards go back to their posts.

"If you hate your station so much, why don't you just leave it?" She asked, crossing her arms. She shook her head and sighed again, trying to push down the annoyance from being overtired. She looked up, hearing a bunch of voices head their way.

"Mm, looks like your fan club followed you outside," she said, chuckling. "What are you going to do now? You stopped me from giving you a hidden out by following me. But now you have to talk to these people," she whispered into his ear. She handed him the bottle, watching him take the last swig and she slid her shoes back on, not wanting to embarrassment Marcus with her nonchalantness.

"I'll be back inside," she said to him, squeezing his hand reassuringly before heading back into the overly warm hall.

When he would go to find her a couple hours later, she would be standing on one of the many balconies that faced the ocean, talking to a man only she knew. She was laughing at his jokes and touching his shoulder before placing a hand on his cheek and saying something to him that caused him to smile. He glanced up, saw Marcus and smiled at Terra, nodding his head to her, kissing her hand.

"When the sun kisses the flowers open," he whispered, leaving her to Marcus, whom he smiled at as he passed, leaving the party entirely.

Terra took a deep breath, leaning against the railing, facing Marcus.

"Managed to break away from your fans, eh?" She asked, cocking her head to one side. Her hair was down to her shoulders, the pins giving her a headache. The flowers still decorated her hair, however.

 

[ThaDonger]

"Yeah, rum seems to have that affect on people. Makes other not so interesting" Marcus says walking towards her, stopping a few inches in front. With a hint of jealousy in his tone, and rum on his breath, "See you are developing one yourself" looking over his shoulder, then back to Terra.

He places his right hand on her hip, caressing it gently. He brushes her hair from her face with the other while staring at her. "Can hardly the guy, you do look ravishing."

The knuckle of his hand slowly moves down her cheek. "He is just a fan right?" unable to let it go.

Marcus steps further, closing the space between them. His hand on her lower back, leaning in until his lips touch hers.

 

[Makisan]

Terra squinted at Marcus, his tone causing her cheeks to turn red with anger. She turned her face when he tried to kiss her.

"He is a childhood friend," she started, pushing him away. "Whatever idea your drunk self concocted, throw it out," she sneered, glaring at him. "You want to hate your station in life, fine, but leave me out of it. I'm not doing anything wrong by existing in other people's lives. I am a tavern owner and part of your counsel, not your fucking personal sex slave."

She stormed off, weaving herself through people as she tried to avoid the guards, trying to remember which way the study was. The hallway that lead to it wasn't blocked off, so she snuck through it, grumbling to herself.

"Should have hid a change of clothes somewhere," she said angrily, taking off her shoes and running down the hall. She thrusted open the study door, closing it back when she was inside.

She grabbed a piece of parchment, dunk a quill in ink and scribbled for what felt like hours. She huffed, going through the double doors to Marcus' chambers, throwing off her dress. She laid it on his bed, the piece of parchment on top. She stole one of his heavy cloaks and wrapped it over her naked body, disappearing down his secret steps and walking home.

Please take back your silks. I have no need for things that could possibly be held against me because of your jealousy. You came back to Eastport, thanking me for not giving up on you. Your behavior tonight is of someone who I don't know. How could you even think that I would-- it doesn't matter. Just know that I am very hurt but how you said what you said tonight. May whoever you pray to clears your head and gives you peace.

~~~

She returned that night, showing up at the foot of his bed. She smiled at him, still wearing the stolen cloak, the hood covering her eyes, her smile coming through the shadow.

The fire roared as if several fresh logs were tossed into it as she tossed off the cloak, her naked body almost glowing from the light. She said nothing as she walked around the bed to Marcus' side. She crawled on top of the furs, on top of him. She bent down and kissed his ear, her breath hot and smelt of mead, her body smelling of roses and honey. Terra placed a hand on his chin, turning his head to her, kissing him as if they were joined in marriage and they were reunited after he returned from the war. She giggled when Marcus reached up to hold her. She slithered through his arms, rolling onto his side.

She watched him sit up, as if he was trying to sit up in molasses. She still didn't say a word, as a sly grin crawled across her face. When he tried to reach for her again, she slinked away, crawling under the furs. She giggled as she licked at his thighs, her fingers wrapping around his dick. She licked at his member slowly, her lips closing around the tip. She sucked at him gently, slowly moving her head down his shaft, taking almost all of him into her mouth, into her throat. She groaned as his hand made way to her hair, tugging on it. Terra moved her head up and down slowly, her nails digging into his thighs. She looked up at him when the furs were moved.

In a blink, she was underneath him. She laughed as he pushed into her, moaning loudly as he bit her neck. Her noises got louder and louder, her voice echoing out towards the balcony. She whined as she arched her back, her orgasm coming to a head. Her pussy squeezed his dick as she came, her hands grabbing at the furs and the back of his head. She sighed as he pulled out of her, her breath shallow.

She started to talk, but blood spilled from her mouth. As Marcus fell off the bed in horror, Terra's body started to grow wounds that spilled blood and maggots and corruption.

When he opened his eyes, she was gone and the sun was rising.

 

[ThaDonger]

Marcus stands watching as Terra leaves. Was it the rum? Was it the wine? To his eyes, he was definitely more than a simple childhood friend. He shakes the haze from his head, it must be the rum.

"Let her be!" He commands his guards as the prepare to pursue her.

As the ball comes to an end, not soon enough in his mind, Marcus retires to his chambers. Not exactly the way he wanted, or even hoped. He stands on his balcony, overlooking the city with a note in his hand. He pours his tankard full, spilling it over the rim as he does. He gulps it down as fast as he could before turning to the fireplace.

His mood, fueled by loads of rum and wine, turns to anger. Surely she is overreacting. But in his inebriated state of mind, he would not let it rest. Staring into the flames as the fresh wood burned hot and bright against his skin. He fills his cheeks with remainder of the rum then spits it into the fire. It roars to life as if from a dragon.

Standing, mesmerized by the dancing flames, Marcus begins to underss. Removing his boots, he bends and pucks them up from the floor. He tosses one then the other into the flames, embers fly skyward. He unties his trousers, sliding them down his muscular legs, pitching them towards the hungry flames. Pulling his tunic over his head, he pauses and watches as the trouser are devoured. Awards and all were tgen fed to the dragon as it makes quick work of the silk fabric. Nakes before the flames, Marcus opens and reads the note a final time then throws it in the fire, followed by the tankard.

He stumbles to the balcony, hands on the rail before blackness takes control and peace settles in.

~~~~

"I assumed you were you were done here" he says, just before his cloak falls to the floor. He does nothing, watches as she strolls to his side, climbing atop him. Roses and honey fill the room as his rum soaked breath clouds the air.

His arms reach up, attempt to fulfill his need to have her again, but in his state he us too slow. He watches as she slides beneath the furs, disappearing from view. His eyes quickly cloes as they roll to the back of his head. Her mouth once again surrounds his cock.

His hand tight in her hair, he guides her up and down his shaft at a fast pace. Lifting the covers, Marcus is suddenly finds himself entering her from above. Inside her deep, his mouth biting, marking her flesh, her orgasm fills the room.

He lifts to his hands, looking down at Terra, "I..." unablle to finish as she spoken and bledd out there on hus bed. Falling to the floor, his legs pushing his backwards as she decomposes right before hus eurs.

The bright light of the day slaps him in the face. He lays naked on the balcony, relieved it was a dream. But why such a dream?

He climbs to his feet and walks to his bed. Hesitate, he pulls the furs back quickly and forcefully. Nothing. He decides to clear his mind.

Walking to the stables, he approaches a guard. "Send word to Lady Terra, her presence is requested." He mounts his stallion. "The old light house to the north"

Marcus rides from the city, 6 guards follow close behind, the other rides for the docks with a message tto deliver.

 

[Makisan]

Terra placed a hand in her hip, staring at the guard in front of her, eyebrow raised to the sky.

"The lighthouse?" She repeated flatly. In one of the books she borrowed, the lighthouse hadn't seen repairs in years, having been struck by lightning and catching fire during one of the worst storms Eastport ever saw. Depending on which side you came across, it either looked just run down and old or charred and decrepit. She took a deep breath, going against her better judgement.

"One moment," she murmured, heading to her backroom. She stuffed the stolen cloak in her pack, swinging it on her shoulder. She patted herself down before pulling open a drawer and pulling out a dirk, slipping it into a hidden sheath on her thigh in her pants. Just in case she needed to fight for her life.

She locked the door and headed to the kitchen.

"Go collect Ren, tell her she is needed to run the bar until I come back... If I come back," she finished, heading out to the guard. She nodded to him, following him out, getting help getting on the horse.

They ride for what felt like hours, her eyes watching the trees and flowers shake off the winter and slowly showing their spring buds and colors. She had never been this far north before, noticing new ivy and a weeping willow tree not far from their trail.

The horse slowed down when they came up on the lighthouse. Terra stares at it in awe as they came up to the unburnt side. Why they would let this marvel rot didn't make sense. The stone seemed ancient as nature started to devour it, taking it back to the earth. The guard hopped of first, lending a hand to Terra to help her down.

"He's inside waiting for you," another guard called out to her. She nodded, pushing the door open, the darkness lit up by the outside for only a moment before the door slammed shut. The bottom floor was dusty and smelled of mildew. Her nose twitched before she sneezed. Light peeked through in some of cracks of the foundation, leading the way to the stairs to the top. She took a deep breath and made her way up them, a light source at the top becoming brighter and bigger.

"Oh, wonderful. I've died and am now willingly following the light," she said to herself, chuckling before sneezing again.

 

[ThaDonger]

Marcus stands out on the decking, overlooking the ocean. He can hear Terra climb through the opening at the top of the stairs. "So peaceful here" he says without turning around to verify exactly who it was. The wind is strong as it blows in from the open ocean.

Marcus turns to face Terra for the first time since his dream. "I will be leaving in a few days. Need to finalize the deals before shipments can begin. " He tries not to lead on how he feels, how he was so easy to walk away from to her.

He swallows hard "I will be staying at my mothers family land up the road from here until I leave. In my absence, Kenneth will sit. He has been made aware of your new status, Lady Terra, due to your loyalty to Eastport, and that alone. You will begin your post on the council immediately and attend on Monday evening."

Marcus turns back to the ocean, contemplating if he should discuss with her the dream he had. No, another day maybe.

"You are welcome to stay the night before you journey back. There are plenty of rooms." He turns back towards ge door and opens it. "After you, my Lady."

 

[Makisan]

She furrowed her brow.

"Monday?!" Venom sat on her tongue, her wishes obviously ignored. Ren wasn't the one to replace her, only a stand in until someone of... Terra's talents arrived the Wednesday after next. She watched him open the door, her eyes giving away how she felt.

"When will you return?" She asked, walking past him and going down the stairs. When he had answered, she stayed silent. Once they reached ground, she walked. Walked past the guards, the horses, taking her leave down the trail, hot tears fighting to leave her face. She sniffed as she veered off the path, making her way towards the willow she saw earlier. She pushed it's branches apart, taking solace in the quiet. She walked towards the trunk, took a deep breath and... Broke down.

This isn't what she wanted at all. These duties that were beaten into her, duties that had broken her spirit as a child, duties that were forever burned into her. Eastport was her life. She sat at the base of the trunk, facing it, as she sobbed.

She hated it. But she couldn't leave until he did. She could only follow his orders and if she were to be on the council Monday, she had to be there. She sat, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands, as the wind rubbed her back and caressed her cheeks.

Everything was moving too fast. Something was bound to go wrong with Marcus gone. Her duties could sense it. She would have to be extra vigilant. She slowly stood up, took another deep breath and turned around, nearly jumping out of her skin when she saw him standing there.

 

[ThaDonger]

Marcus had no intentions of startling her, he was actually unable to think of what he should do. Given the events from the night before and her letter he should give her space as she w
Ished. But his feelings for her can not be denied nor suppressed. He places his hands on either side of her face, wiping her tears with his thumbs.

"No more crying" he comforts her, tilting her head back enough to look into her eyes. "It's only two weeks, there and back" he clears a lone tear then kisses her on the right eye gently.

"I want you to accompany me on my travels, but I need you here. I need someone I can trust to remain behind" he drops his hands from her face, taking one of her by the fingers.

He leads her just a step or two to the tree before he sits, encouraging her to sit beside him. "I trust Kenneth, but he is young." He wraps his arm around her shoulder, pulls her in tight, holding her close to him.

 

[Makisan]

She stayed silent as he comforted her, her eyes not focusing on anything but focused on everything.

"The rest of your council won't," she said softly, barely above a whisper. "They said I was trying to start a rebellion, remember? I was trying to keep Eastport fed, warm and free of violence... The latter only lasted two years..." She mumbled, closing her eyes.

"I am not sad because you are leaving," she said truthfully. "I am sad that this is my life. I... Don't have the option to leave it like you do. While Eastport and you still breath and thrive, I am here to serve. ...I never ever wanted this." Her voice was shaky.
"If you were to leave Eastport, I'd still be bound to you, even if... Even if we didn't have this relationship or whatever we're calling this. Who I am, what I am, doesn't matter. I'm only alive to serve Eastport and it's heir. While you were at war... everything changed."

She shifted in his arms, still not looking at him.

"Do you even know anything about the Commoners Truth? Did your father tell you anything about our duties and why we're they way we are?" She asked, finally looking up at him.

"My mo-- Hera, the bar maid before me, was his watch. When he died, so did she. Well... She fled Eastport, technically. I still don't know where she went. But her service was over when Lord Owen died. But... You still lived..." Se smiled at him slightly, then looked away, squeezing his hand.

"Oh!"

She pulled away and opened up her pack, pulling out his cloak, handing it back to him.

"Couldn't walk home bare assed last night." She shrugged.

 

[ThaDonger]

His hand touches the material then grins "Guess not." He pushes it back to her, "Keep it, it gets cold out here at night"

"Everything you say I truely understand, but one thing you fail to realize is...I'm a slave to this land. I have no choice. War beckons I must answer or die a traitors death. If I pack up and leave, I can die a traitors death." He scraps the heel of his boot on the ground, digging into the fertile soil. "Hell if I fail at ruling, I can die by the hands of traitors." He laughs a little at the last one. "I'm tied to Eastport more than anyone."

Marcus stands, reaches out with his hand to help Terra to her feet. They walk from the tree, back up the trail. "Listen, you want to see what it takes?" He tosses a stone into the grass field. "Fine, you will accompany me on my travels. It's only two weeks, Kenneth can manage that."

He looks over at her as the walk, " We need to get you some new cloths, ones fit for a Lady."

 

[Makisan]

Terra blinked, falling behind when he said to accompany him on his travels.

"That's probably an even worse idea!" She called out, laughing. "They'll call me your traveling whore," she chuckled, shaking her head. "But if you're footing the bill for new clothes for a "lady"," she guffawed at the title. "I will gladly accept. Spring will be here soon, which means summer isn't far behind..." She shuddered. Eastport would get so humid once the sun was up. The nights were tolerable, the sea breeze keeping the dock cool.

"Where would you go if you could leave?" She asked, catching up with him, only to venture off the trail to go to a bush covered in honey yellow flowers. She bent down and plucked a few, nibbling on the petals of one. She waited a moment, seeing if her tongue and mouth were going numb. She looked back at Marcus.

"I feel like the desert city of Grishom would suit you," she teased.

 

[ThaDonger]

"You're the Lady of Import/Export for Eastport, it's your sworn duty to attend. Speaking of, we need to take care of that in the morning." Marcus realizes "Your oath"

"Grishom?" He could barely say it. "Now I know you're not serious." Marcus turns, watching as catches up again with flowers in her hand. "No, for me...Pryha, central highlands. Living among the clouds. I'd want to disappear."

He reaches out, grabs a handful of tall grass. "You? Probably some pirate island like, Cape Shaw or something" he teases her back.

At the end of the trail stands an old stone mansion. There are a number of guards within the courtyard, a large oak tree on thier shield and armour. "There it is, Oak Manor. It was my mother's families. Her and my father would vacation here at time."

A guard rides up, leading thier horses. Marcus steadies her horse Terra climbs up, sitting tall in her saddle. Marcus throws his leg over his, looks next to him, "Guess we need to teach you how to ride like a Lady as well" he grins then chuckles. "Come, dinner awaits."

 

[Makisan]

"Cape Shaw..." She said thoughtfully, giving the idea serious pause. Drunken bar fights, sailing the seas, stealing money....

"I'd probably like Cape Shaw," she said, shrugging. She grinned at his horrified expression, trying to fight back laughter.

"Wait, ladies ride differently?! That doesn't make sense! You just get on the beast and ride, why is --- ugh, you court people and your rules," she grumbled, knowing she had to follow them.

Lady Terra Lance, she said in her head. She rather liked the way her name sounded with a title, even if she didn't fit what a "lady" was. Soft, delicate, waif-ish and polite. Terra, however, was brash, loud, rude and was built like a swift gally. She got lost in her imagination as they ride, thinking about what a title could meant for all the lowly people she cared about, how to peddle her mead, the dresses she would be as to wear. She hated the ones the highborn ladies wore. Big, gaudy, ugly things that would cause then to pass out. No, no, not for Terra. She needed sleek and flowy dresses and skirts, things that would show off her figure while still letting people she felt with know she meant business. The sneaky nights with Marcus. She bit her lip at the thought of riding out with him in the dark of night and making love under the leaves of the willow tree.

"TERRA."

"WHA--"

She shook her head, snapping out of the daydream of Marcus undressing her. She was helped down by one his guards once they arrived at the entrance. She was greeted by an old servant woman, who took her pack and cloak.

"Marcus, Marcus," the woman said, tutting at Terra. "This won't do. I will bathe her and change her before you all sup. You should do the same. The rum from your ball last night is seeping. Come!" She pushed Terra towards the living quarters. Terra waved at Marcus as the doors closed behind them.

The old woman continued to tut about, undressing Terra and dumping out the clothes from her pack. She bent down, picking up the flowers that Terra picked.

"I will add these to your water," she grumbled, leaving Terra naked and alone in a room that was too big for Terra's liking. Terra walked over to the window, peering over the treetops, seeing the sea that rested against Eastport, which was engulfed by the trees. Terra put her hands behind her head, turning away from the window and walking over to the wall of bookcases, looking at the titles along the spines. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, reading a book about a mercenary rising to power, before the old servant and 4 more servants entered the room, carrying a giant tub and several buckets of hot water. The other 4 quickly left the room, leaving only Terra and the old woman. The woman sprinkled Terra's flowers into her water, pulling Terra up from the bed and taking her to the bath.

"These flowers are said to bring peace and blessings to the folk who bathe in them. If you eat them, you're sure to get pregnant."

Terra burst out laughing, so hard that tears fell from her eyes. The old woman shook her head and shrugged, going out the room and coming back minutes later with a dress that was probably Marcus' mother's. It was a blue that Terra had never seen before, the fabric felt looked like linen but felt thicker when touched. It went up to her knees in the front and trailed behind her by three feet. Her shoulders would be bare, but the sleeves would be long, stopping at the top of her hands.
The old woman laid the dress on the bed and helped Terra bathe, chattering away about his childhood and how she cleaned his childhood wounds and how she read him to sleep. Terra listened, wishing she had someone as gentle as this old woman in her life as a child, even if she was grouchy.

After the bath, the woman oiled Terra's skin, nodding when the light of the candles bounced off of it. She pulled up Terra's hair into a secure bun, with a few strands framing her face.

"Perfect. Now you look like a proper lady. Marcus will see you at the entry way.". She left Terra alone again. Terra walked over to the mirror in the room, gasping when she looked into it. She didn't look like this yesterday at the ball. She looked like an entirely different person. Terra sniffed and took a deep breath, making her way out of the room and back towards the entrance. She smiled shyly at Marcus when she caught him staring, stopping in mid conversation with one of his guards.

"Hello," she said whispered.

 

[ThaDonger]

"We should take another hundred with us. I'm not really in a trusting mood with..." Marcus's voice fades off as he sees Terra approach. "You look amazing, I mean Hello" he responds with a grin.

Holding his arm out, he turns back to the guard "We have two days" then leads her into the dinning hall. He pulls her chair out allowing her to sit. They eat dinner, venison and vegetables, across the large table from one another. It is not ideal for conversations, but folks in this area tend to be more old fashion.

Following dinner, Marcus leads Terra out into the garden. A small pond sits in the middle surrounded by rose bushes of many colors. "My mothers passion, her roses." He trims a single red one from the bush and hands it to Terra. "You seem to have the same nose for flowers as she did."

Thier walk takes the to a larger rock cliff overlooking the sea. The breeze is cool off the open water as Marcus stands facing it, his eyes closed. He looks over and Terra, pulling her infront of him, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

"Have you ever been to sea? It is a magnificent journey, intoxicating even. Once it's in your blood, it lives forever" he holds her tight, leans down and kisses her neck tenderly.

"Intoxicating, much like you are" he whispers into her ear.

 

[Makisan]

Terra held the rose gently in her hands, twirling it with her fingers. She shook her head no.

"So I have heard," she replied quietly, tilting her head to the side as he kissed her.

"Intoxicating, much like you are."

"Oh, you flatterer," she laughed, rolling her eyes at him. She took a step back from him, turning back toward the sea.

"It looks like it goes on forever," she said, her voice still hushed. She watched the waves crash on a rock, listened to the seabirds scream at each other. "I hear people have gone mad on the water.". She shook her head. "Ah... Let's not talk about that."

She took his hand, and squeezed it as she tucked the rose behind her ear.

"How is that?" She asked, facing him. He was staring again. She looked away, her face hot.

"It's not polite, you know?" She giggled nervously, embarrassed at how she was acting. "I'm sorry, I... This is really unheard of for me, innit?" She grinned at him.

 

[ThaDonger]

Marcus reaches up, straightens the rose tucked behind her ear. "Beautiful" is his only response. Her little ramblings brings a smile to his face. She is correct, it is so unlike her, yet one of the many things he likes about her.

The bluntness in which she speaks to him, the strength she carries herself with, yet that small amount of vulnerability that slips ever so often. Yeah, she drives him crazy.

He takes her face within his palms, tilting her head towards him, "ssshhhh" he kisses her gently. "I'd want you no other way" he assure her before kissing her once more. His eyes light up with a grin, "Come with me. I want to show you something."

Taking her hand, he leads her to the edge of the flower garden. A small gazebo sat nestled in trees, neglect, except by the elements. Stepping inside, Marcus sits on the bench lining the walls.

His hands grasp Terra's thighs over the her dress, pulling her in his direction. He knows she looks down at him, anticipating his actions as her hands rest on his shoulders. Nuzzling his face into the soft fabric covering her stomach, his jaw opens and closes, gathering little bit of dress between his teeth, feeling her stomach clinch and tighten as he does.

Marcus bundles the back of her dress in his hands, lifting as he does. A low moan escapes his lips, pressing them tight against her as he slides his hands up her dress against her bare thighs.
He cups her ass inside his hands, squeezing and pulling her towards him until her only option is the straddle him on the weathered bench.

Hiss mouth quickly finds hers as she lowers herself on to his lap, his hands hold tight to the prize he found. Pulling her hips towards him, his mouth finds her neck, biting at it in an attempt to curve his hunger for her.

 

[Makisan]

Terra moaned in her laughter.

"You are terrible," she whispered, squeezing his shoulders. She bent down and kissed the top of his head, gasping when a hand grabbed at her ass. She bit her lip, pulling his head into her more, hugging him as his hands roamed forward.

When he found his prize, she was already sopping wet, the excitement of the dress, the way Marcus looked at her, the wine; it was a perfect concoction that sent her in a wet tizzy. She spread her legs a bit, just enough for him to push a finger past her swollen lips. She let out a whimper as he pushed it into her, let out a sharp gasp as a second one went into her and nearly buckled as his thumb gently circled her clit.

She pulled his head back, bending down and kissing him, her tongue darting into his mouth. She fell against him, straddling him, her heat blasting against his hand and pants.

"You are wonderful," she breathed into his ear, moaning more as he picked up speed.

Terra reached down, undoing his pants, her hand immediately going to his dick, feeling it strain at the fabric to be free. She kissed him again, rocking her hips against his hands. She tilted her head back, let a quiet and long "yes" before she came, covering his fingers and knuckles in it.

 

[ThaDonger]

Marcus stands, feeling Terra wrap her legs around his waist. Turning slightly, he leans, lowering her to the old bench he was just sitting on.

He holds her wrist just over her head, kissing her deep and strong. He tugs and pulls at his pants with his free hand until they drop mid thigh. He places himself at her wet entrance and takes her immediately, sliding inside her deep. He exhales strong as his head spins.

Her eyes close, hips roll upwards as Marcus begins thrust in and out of Terra's soaking wet pussy. Each time in, a low growl of a groan leaves his chest. His free hand pulls and claws her dress, desperately trying to free her breast like and animal until one is barely visible.

Releasing her wrist, Mracus shoves deep before sitting up and pulling her dress open at the top. He pulls at each tit until a single nipple appears. He grabs her thigh, squeezing her breast as he bites down on the exposed nipple, resuming his thrust with increased enthusiasm.

 

[Makisan]

Terra reached up, her fingers locking into his hair. She pulled him up and kissed him, her muffled noises entering his mouth. She pulled away, bringing one hand down and lifting the skirts up, letting out a groan and a shudder as she watched him take her.

The sight, the wet noises and the smell of sex sent her off, her pussy squeezing him tight. She wasn't coming just yet. She leaned up, licking the sweat off his face.

"Harder," she breathed into his ear, letting out a loud gasp as he obliged, her back arching. Each thrust made her gasps start turning into loud cries. She closed her eyes tightly, the sensations making it hard to focus and see.

One hand made way to her wetness, rubbing at her clit and feeling his cock enter and leave her.

"O-Oh, Marcusss," she breathed, her head rolling back, exposing her neck. She growled when he bit at her throat, sucking on her wet fingers, tasting the both of them.

"Ohhh! Marcus! Marcus, love, come with me! Please!" She cried out, sitting up and pressing her body to his. She buried her face his neck, letting out a loud moan her body twitching, her pussy squeezing and releasing his cock as she came.

 

[ThaDonger]

"Ohhh! Marcus! Marcus, love, come with me! Please!"

These were the words that sent him over the edge. His teeth firm in her neck, Marcus presses himself deep inside Terra, spilling his seed. Each pulse of his cock sends a steam of thick seed against her walls.

His bite turns to wet kisses as he settles in, keeping himself buried deep inside her. Marcus can feel himself grow soft inside her sensitive walls. His lips kiss and trace their way up her cheeks to her mouth, forcing his tongue past her lips and teeth.

He slips further and further from her until his member falls outs and his cum spills to the bench and floor of the gazebo. He lifts himself to his hands, "I think we made a mess" laughing, not really wanting to leave her thighs just yet.

 

[Makisan]

Terra laughed weakly, a wave of exhaustion falling over her.

"I think you made a mess. I was an innocent bystander," she joked. Her thighs started to cramp. She be didn't realize how cold it had gotten. She shivered, resituating herself when Marcus pulled away.

That night, after a wipe down, Terra sat on the bed in the room she was staying in, propped up by pillows, covered in a long, purple silk night dress, the book she was reading earlier in her hands. She was still sore and tender, sighing out if annoyance when the fire in the room made it too dim to continue reading. She slowly got up, wincing as her thighs cramped up again as she hobbled over to the fireplace, tossing more logs onto fire. She was about to crawl back into bed when there was a knock on her door. She sighed, shaking her head and went to answer it, opening it just wide enough to see who it was.

 

[ThaDonger]

Marcus stood at her door as it creeked open, just enough for her to peer out. "You have everything you need?" He ask, standing before her dressed only in a pair of linen pants.

Terra opens the door a little further, giving him a view of her inside the silk night dress. She assures him she has everything she needs, smiling at him as she does. "Ok, good" he pauses, calculating in his head. "I know it's late, but may I come in?"

Stepping inside her dimly lit room, he walks around, eventually making his way to the fireplace. He grabs two ligs, tossing them on to the dying flames. "It gets cold here at night, may want to keep this stoked."

Marcus walks over to Terra who is standing at the foot of her bed. No doubt wondering what exactly are his intentions for coming to her room. He touches her face gently, leans down and kisses her softly. "We will have to contain our emotions once we leave these lands." He tells her with a smile on his face. Of course he assumes she shares similar feeling about him as he does her.

 

[Makisan]

Terra blinked at him.

"You're serious?" She couldn't help but laugh and shook her head. She got back into bed, pulling the furs up to her chest after she fixed her upright pillows to keep reading.

"Marcus, I told you, they'll call me your traveling whore and question why you brought me to your meetings. No, I will head back to Eastport Monday as you wanted."

She glanced up at him over her pages and grinned, nodding to his semi-erect cock.

"I don't think the lords you'll be meeting with will er... Appreciate your gestures," she teased, going back to her book. She sighed, flipping the page to finish her chapter before closing the book entirely and looking at Marcus sitting at the foot of her bed.

"You look like a kicked puppy," she giggled, studying his face. "You know I'm right, don't act like this. It's for the best." She raised her arms, stretching. She patted the space to her right, wrapping her arms around him when he crawled up, playing with his hair as his head lay on her chest. "...I will miss you terribly," she admitted, pulling him into her more, squeezing him.

 

[ThaDonger]

Marcus lays inside Terra's arms, her fingers in his hair. He traces a small circle around her nipple as he watches, not moving much. "I do wish you would accompany me, but it is your choice. I will not force the issue" he reluctantly agrees.

He stops the circle, opting instead to pinch her now hard nipple between his thumb and finger, giving it a little twist. Without lifting his head, he slides it up her purple silk night gown until his face rest at her neck. He runs his tongue over her skin, tasty the light hint of salt.

He kisses her neck now, deep, scrapping his teeth over the soft flesh as his hand grips her breast tight inside his vice like grip. He slides his body closer to her, pressing his rapidly growing member against her leg.

His lips find hers, kissing her hungrily, "Stay with me tonight?"