I'll Be Seeing You..(tale of reincarnations)

Delivar

"You will grant the one I profess my love to, her freedom and safe passage with me from Rome" I replied, ignoring the lips as they slid along her long fingers and instead focused on her eyes.


"I will do all as you command for this favor in return" I promised her earnestly "But will expect you to honor your promise to me as well"

Standing beside her lounge chair, the aroma of her sweet body had become all too evident, and my body began to betray itself...

"I have the feeling we can be the best of friends, or the worst of enemies" I smiled at her, my eyes freely roaming her body now that I had spoken my peice "What do think it will be?"
 
OOC: hate to say this but seems like it's fast becoming a two-person thread...:(
 
Milonia:

"Oh...." I moaned to myself, "the prospect of being enemies is unthinkable," then I started laughing loudly.

My eyes now followed his, and seeing clearly how they had roamed my body, our eyes meet once again, only this time sharing a burning passion that never was there before.

"You, have a," I said, now moving my fingers high up to that spot between my thighs, and slowly inserting a finger inside.

I almost seemed to surprise myself at that insertion, and moaned in shock, managing a soft "deal" before spreading my legs apart...
 
Caligula

OOC: I'm still around, but it appears the emperor has no clothes..LOL or other players....
 
Caligula

.......the pleasure of her mouth was exquisite, but I wanted to teach the lovely Sabina what happens when Caesar, a God, is defied. With a firm gesture, I pushed Julliana away from my glistening cock....there would be time for her later. Spinning on the cushions, I raised up and knelt - one hand gripping Sabina's arm. "So we are alike are we? We shall see...." With that, I pulled Sabina across the small gap between us. My free hand entwined in her flowing hair, I let my lips touch hers, softly at first, and then harder, my body churning from the previous dalliance with Julliana.
 
Sabina

Smiling and ignoring the now cast-aside Jullianna who was staring daggers at me with her beautiful eyes, I melted into the emperor’s rough embrace.

Admitting that this was always how I had dreamed of him would have not only been demeaning, but would have been considered a sign of my weakness. I let his lips brush mine, tracing the outline lazily with his tongue. He pulled my arm roughly, forcing me up on me knees to meet his needy demands of lust.

Opening my mouth to him, I waited for him to become comfortable with the subtle contours of my full mouth and the soft surfaces beneath my tongue before pulling at his lower lip and biting it until I drew blood. Letting out a low giggle, the crimson beads in my hair, the same color as the thick red seeping from his scowling mouth, clinked softly together in a strange harmony.

“Be careful what thee wishes for, Caligula...”
 
delivar

Breaking the trance like stare as her finger slides into her maiden charms, I am reminded of what she is. A powerful person, yes, as deadly as Caliguala himself. But at this moment she was a sensual, desirable woman.

And one I needed to have, desperately! My reserves to resist her melted as her breath escaped her and I knelt beside her. With one hand I pulled the gossamer like fabric from her body, shredding it as I lowered my lips to her full breasts. With the other, I joined her below, my finger gently sliding into the moist cleft beside hers, following it to her clit and the small pleasure area it hid.

A small gasp again escaped her lips, and raising my head from her swollen nipple I pressed my lips against hers, my tongue pressing against them for entrance. As her tongue joined mine in a mini battle, another was being fought and lost by her lower cleft, as I felt a suden wet and warmth wash over my fingers.

Lifting my head to meet her eyes again, I exclaimed with wonder "Has it been such a long time since a man has pleasured you? Or are you able to respond so quickly, and take pleasure from what has barely begun?"

Instead of words, Milonia's hands both raise to my hair, and use it to pull my lips to hers, as her thighs continued anew in the age old ways of a woman seeking pleasure. My hand, firmly trapped between her powerful thighs had no recourse but to continue its teasing upon her womanhood, as I began to realize what drew men to this woman.Aye, even to their death, as they sought her amazing body.

Rising suddenly, with an effort far greater than any practice battle ever drew from me, I broke our touch to begin removing my own clothing. Indeed I treated it the same as I had just hers, disposing of it in harsh terms, treating it as the enemy, and removing it from my path!

As the last of it fell to the floor, so did I fall to my knees, eager to taste what my fingers had just visited, and with a near lunge I dropped my head to the beginning of her trembling legs. My tongue, like a rapier in practice, invaded her cleft, and began to circle and lunge at her sweet button....
 
Caligula

....Sabrina's teeth bit into my lip; drawing blood. Instead of smashing her with my fist - an immediate, almost visceral reaction, I pulled back and looked into her eyes. Then, with a smile - coppery taste of my own blood in my mouth - I decided that she would be reduced to quivering flesh before I was through with her. I gripped the neck of her gossamer garment and stripped it roughly from her shoulders. My hand cupped, then squeezed an albaster breast. My head dipped......and the blood from my mouth dripped red on her skin. Gently at first I swirled my tongue on her firm flesh.....flicking her nipple, laving it with my tongue. The red fluid from my cut lip slathered over her white skin - an almost obscene portrait. Then, my eyes never leaving hers, I captured her nipple with my teeth. A tug....another, and then I nipped - feeling the soft nub between my teeth.
 
Milonia:

Words were barely exchanged, yet both of us had no difficulty in finding out what one another wanted.

The only sounds that finally filled the exquisite room where we were engaged in our reverie were my moans of pleasure, as I slowly lifted my legs to rest on either side of the couch, spreading them slowly and as wide as I could possibly do so.

I could almost feel my pussy lips parting, and he did so by further parting them slowly, bringing his lips down to my sweet honey pot, the source of attraction for so many a good men during my time.
 
Sabina

I bit my own lip this time, to keep from crying out in both surprise and untamed delight. As he raked his teeth over my porcelain skin, staining the sphere of now revealed breast with a magnificent red, I gave an involuntary shiver under the mastery of his hands.

Grasping the folds of his toga, I lay back onto a velveteen pillow of the palest sapphire, allowing him to follow suit. My hand flayed out at the persistent tug of his torrid lips on my skin, tipping the half drunk chalice of wine to the floor with a sharp exclamatory crash. He raised his head slightly at this, and I took advantage of his momentary loss of concentration to sink my claws into the nape of his neck and return his mouth to mine, my eyes sparkling in a most petulant manner.
 
Caligula

'this one might be worthy of Caesar,' I thought as I felt her nails dig into my neck and her mouth came back against mine. My tongue probed and then plunged into the warm cavern of her mouth. The blood taste had an almost aphrodasiac effect on me. Our bodies were slick with perspiration and my blood on her chest was smeared over her breasts in a crazy-quilt way. My arms went around her in a bear hug as I mashed my mouth on hers. I rolled over; her body pinned against me. My hands gripped her firm buttocks and squeezed - grinding my hips against her as I pulled her even closer.
 
Julliana

Watching the ensuing scene of seduction I am outraged and yet there is another sensation roiling just beneath the surface. At first I am unable to pinpoint the exact feeling that overcomes me. But then, slowly, the recognition dawns. I am highly aroused from watching Sabina toy with her prey. As much as I despise this woman I must still admire her feminine wiles. I chuckle softly to myself thinking that under different circumstances she and I may have been friends, and maybe even lovers.

Remembering my mission needs completion, I slink closer to Caligula and whisper something in his ear that only he is allowed to hear.




ooc: sorry I was MIA for bit. I was sick for a while but on the mend now. Thanks for your patience!! :)
 
Sabina

Perched on top of Caligula, his swift fingers dexterously freeing me of all my previous bindings, I brushed the beaded strands of hair out of my face and gestured to the servant standing submissively to the side. He opened the window at my request, the frigid night air calming my flushed cheeks and taming the beating of my heart.

Feeling him stiffen beneath the single sheet of flimsy material that separated us, I arched my back seeking to appease the desire now igniting within. I sought out his mouth, pressing my pouty lips to his as I ran my hand to the inside of his thigh, pressing back against his own wandering digits.
 
Caligula

......as she sat astride me, I was reminded of a goddess, Aphrodite perhaps, exuding sexuality from every pore of her being. Even the beads of sweat that dripped from her body were laced with the seeds of passion. As the night air hit her body, her nipples stood straight out - pebbled peaks of passion. Rolling over once again, our bodies inextriably entwined, I pushed Sabina's legs apart. Kneeling between them, my eyes caressed the pouting lips - dewy with her essence. Instead of driving my aching cock into her warm tunnel, I - with a herculean effort of will - directed my hands higher. I grazed the soft flesh of her inner thighs. I slipped one finger along her soft, yielding lips. Her juices coated it; making it glisten in the dim light.... With an almost slow motion movement, I brushed the pad of my wet index finger over the little bud poking from her lips. The fingers of my other hand dragged along the back of her left thigh........
 
Sabina

Another low growl escaped my throat, as he snaked his fingers over the junction of my now wantonly spread legs. Pinching the silken fold of my outer lip between his thumb and finger, he jerked it roughly to the side to expose me in the most vulnerable of positions. I deemed him a most balanced lover, knowing when to counteract the overwhelming lust with a painful scrape of his fingers here or the stinging impact from the heel of his hand there.

Meeting the smoldering eyes of the other woman as Caligula pressed a single finger deep into me, I couldn’t help but wonder if the look was out of jealousy or a desire to be part of our intimate joining. Although I craved more of his essence deeply embedded with me, I refused to beg, and stifled my cries on the textured pillow. If he wished to bestow upon me the highest compliment an emperor could pay, I would receive it without hesitation, but if he were so bold to assume I would diminish my own dignity for mere carnal pleasures, I would not fancy so much being on the receiving end of those ministrations...
 
Delivar

Placing my hands on the swell of her hips, I let my tongue explore her moist cleft. Tasting her unique flavor, a somewhat sweet nectar to my lips, I became eager to explore further.

Using my thumbs, I now gently spread her outer lips, freeing her hands with which she placed in my hair.

"Yes, Delivar, Yes" My ears heard the sound of her voice purring to me, urging me onward.

I now began to greedily lick at the crest of her clit, taking my time to carress each centimeter of it with care, making sure I missed none of her sweet, tender flesh.

Milonia's hands pressed with urgent need as I found her nub and attached my lips to it, sucking gently on it and bringing more blood to it's already engorged state.

Again I was rewarded as a fresh flood of her nectar cascaded on my lips, an intoxicating flavor that only increased my desire for her...
 
Caligula

...her control was surprising. Either passion or a desire to please the emperor usually caused women to beg for fulfillment. I slid my finger into her core.....and then a second. Crossed, they explored the depths of her innermost being. As my fingers moved, the soft surface of my thumb slid over and circled her clit....prominent now. The growl from her throat was a gutteral sound of passion...but not surrender.

"Sabina," I spoke in a quiet tone, but the aura of command was obvious, "Sabina, let me hear you. Tell your emperor what you desire......." I slipped my fingers in and out....faster.....a rhythm of sex......."
 
Milonia:

Such pleasures that a man's tongue can bring. It had been so long since anyone were as good as he was; no wonder he was worth all that wait and effort.

Reaching down, I pulled his head into my pussy once more, with a somewhat reluctance to let go, even though I was well aware he had other treasures in store for me; the day could only get better from here.

Bringing him before me, I could feel his immeasurable bulge nestled between my honey pot, and there was this urge to feel it, and to taste it in my mouth....but no.

As our tongues met I could taste my own pussy, and once again was reminded why men would give anything for a taste of this. I smiled to myself.

"Put it inside me my dear," I moaned.
 
Sabina

Caligula's fingers plunged into my depths, resurfacing in drawn out intervals to slide along my clit in a fluid movement, that had me arching my back against his chest as my only acknowledgment of my desirers. Lowering a hand to his, I pressed against his seeking fingers to stop his persistent ravishings long enough for me to answer his command to know of my wishes.

In a lowered voice, forcing myself to control my rapid, heated speech, I growled in his ear.

“If you’d spent as many nights lying awake and picturing this very moment, you would know exactly what I desired...so use your divine imagination...”

Although the outward movements of his fingers had ceased, he stroked deep within me, the crescent moon of his fingernail rubbing ceaselessly causing me to finish my sentence with only a bitter address, laced with contempt.

“...oh so mighty emperor.”
 
Julliana

Watching Caligula's ministrations on Sabina, I recognize the look on her face. I almost envy her emotions of complete rapture and wonder if I too could feel the same. Yes, I feel something akin to this passion for Delivar and yet I find myself somewhat withdrawn as I realize he does not posses the same power and status as Caligula. Seeing Sabina's desire to be fulfilled by Caligula stirs deep seeded passions inside my own deprived womanhood.

I, like Sabina, however, have my own sense of pride. I will not bow down and plead for him to take me. A plan begins to form inside my devious brain. While the scheme is still in its infancy, I shall engage it when the time is right. For now I decide to remain quiet and wait for him to beckon me into his passionate lair.
 
Caligula

“...oh so mighty emperor.”

Deliberately ignoring the irony in her tone, I slid my fingers from her warm core....the digits glistening with her juices. I knelt, and then - very slowly - slid them into my mouth, savoring the taste of her body. As she lay there, legs spread, body flushed from passion, I could restrain myself no longer.

"Your emperor hears your wish and will bestow on you the gift of a Caesar." With those words, I crawled closer, my hand guiding my aching staff. I let the tip rub her slit....wetting it. Then, with one arch of my hips, I slammed my cock home....one violent thrust, burying it to the hilt. I slipped my hands under her ass and thrust in and out....each stroke slamming to the bottom of her core. My hands gripped; literally impaling Sabina. Our pelvic bones slammed - hard - against each other.
 
Sabina

I let out a low moan, stifling my usually verbal reactions with the skin of his neck, pressing my parched lips against his jaw line and drinking in the raw scent. Holding his gaze as he penetrated me with a swift motion, I let my head tilt back as he worked his way into me again and again.
Clenching my muscles together I forced us into a slower, steadier pace, not wanting to let this moment go too quickly. My nipples ached for touch even more each time he rose and fell in my swollen passion. Grinding back against where his pelvic bone dug sharply into me, I let out a gasp as he trailed wet kisses down my chest. Speaking to him between strokes, I didn’t mind, for once, having my usually eloquent speech interrupted so abruptly.

“Taste the salt on my skin...Caligula...look into my eyes...and tell me you too haven’t...be awoken from...a feverish dream...lost in this very moment...”
 
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