Lords and Ladies of the Realm

Stark Wyrmsbane

Stark had left the party, hunting for himself in dragon form. Hunting was easy here; the woods were filled with plump deer. Tearing into his second carcass of the night, he heard a scream in the distance: Lily!!! he sent to her, mentally, I come!

The night noises of the woods were abruptly stilled by the roar of an outraged dragon. Stark flew at full speed back to the clearing where he had thought the travelers would be safe. Stooping out of the sky like a great hawk, he dove to the camp, his great wings causing such a backdraft that the tents were blown from their pegs, and the fire was immdiately extinguished.

He could smell blood, Lilly's blood, but sensed no attackers. There was, however, a linger stench of evil magic in the air. The Wolf Lord was tending a wound on the Lady's arm, leaving a similar wound on his own arm to drip down to the ground below.

Seeing no threat, Stark shifted into human form, and rushed to Lady Moonlight's side. "Lilly, speak to me! What has transpired here?"
 
Moonlight

Lilly could see Stark’s distress and sort to calm him. She had been attacked on a level where he could not protect her and she knew this would not make him happy. Nightwolf finished binding her arm but refused to let her tend his would. Moonlight however, was not one to be refused when she had a mind to do something. Reaching out with her mind, she wound her energy around his still bleeding arm and healed it just enough to stop the bleeding and pull the flesh back together. His own healing powers would see to the rest.

Lilly sighed heavily, looking for a way to explain what had happened. She had powers none of them new about, and the globe enhanced them greatly. She bit her bottom lip in thought, Start waiting impatiently for an explanation.

“The Dark Lord knows of me. He has always knows of me. He supports a scar on his right cheek that I took pleasure in putting there. It was a long time ago but I am still familiar enough to him that he can find me. I though I was protected when I walked with my mind, when I left my body and went elsewhere, but I have just discovered I am not safe there at all. I was seeking and watching sweet Yelena when he discovered me. He has become more powerful than I could have imagined and defeating him is going to be much harder than any of us thought. I am no longer safe even in my dreams.”

Stark seemed frustrated.

“Then how am I to protect you? How am I to keep you safe when you sleep?”

She bit her bottom lip again.

“You can’t, but Nightwolf can. Through his link with me, and his gift for the night, he can shield and protect me in my dreams. We all have a place in this M’Lord, and that place is Nightwolf’s.”

Conner sat on a rock near by talking quietly with Corry. Lilly eyed them with suspicion, wondering what that rogue of a man was thinking. What ever it was, it probably meant trouble.

Her arm began to throb and her head ached. Lying back in the grass, she rested, but dared not sleep, not yet
 
M'Lady Moonlight...

please avert your eyes, whilst I shift to my were-form. I only ask because it is a most gruesome sight to behold.

*closes his eyes...his head thrown back...a grimace of pain on his face...his fingernails begin to lengthen into claws...the hair of his beard starts to grow longer and more coarse, covering the whole of his countenance...his body begins to swell and grow...his face begins to lengthen into that of a wolf...his teeth change into those of a wolf...a scream of agony falls from his lips...his were-form drops to its' knees...breathing heavily...

Now, I can protect you, M'Lady. And not just from the dark one.

Rises...pacing all around where Moonlight sits...glowing red eyes peering into the dark night...
 
Moonlight

As Locklin the Wear Lord transformed into his Wearwolf form, Lilly fought to hold in her own desire to scream with the agony. She could feel everything he felt and battled to shield herself from the torture of it. She felt strong arms embrace her and she held tight to the, drawing from them strength that was offered.

At last it was done and Locklin the wolf paced ready to protect her from the shadows and any that would threaten to do her harm, in ANY way. He eyed Stark as he held Lilly tight against him, curling back his lips and bearing his teeth in a warning growl.

Lilly lifted her head from Stark’s chest and looked to Locklin Nightwolf, reaching out and stroking his massive head between his ears. He calmed and sat to watch over her.

Corry brought her bed roll to her, spreading it out beside her, Stark lifting her into it and covering her up. Corry spread his own blankets out beside her, lying back to watch the stars. She could sense his exhaustion, and his uneasiness. It had been a long day and things out of the ordinary were happening all to frequently, keeping them all constantly on edge.

Connor made his bed beside Corry, a look from both Stark and the Wolf told him had no place beside the Lady Moonlight. He heeded their warning, for now, figuring that he had more right to be beside Lilly than any of them. For now though, he would concentrate on the journey and the task of keeping her safe, but later, …….Later…..

Lilly woke to greet the dawn as she always did, creeping from her bed, taking great care not to wake the others. Locklin Nightwolf came to walk beside her to the edge of the stream. As she began to shed her clothing, he turned his back as a gentleman would, listening as she slipped into the water, bathing as the first rays of the sun danced over the water.

The water was just deep enough to submerge her slender form, washing away all of the dirt and sweat of the previous day, and the heaviness of sleep. Feeling completely refreshed and invigorated, she stepped from the stream, cloaking herself in magic the dried her body and covered her in clean clothing. Now she felt ready to face another day of travel. She scratched Nightwolf behind the ear like she would a big puppy, and he grinned though his teeth at the playful gesture.
 
Grinning on the outside...

Fighting to keep control on the inside...reveling in the touch of Moonlight...So soft, so gentle, so strong...

M'Lady, wouldst thou ever even consider one such as me?, I think, forgetting in my anguish, of the link between our minds...made stronger by her touch...mustn't let anything interfere with our goal...must remain the faithful servant...unless, of course, she desires more...

Is purely and most simply reveling in being what he is...a wolven...half man, half beast...all spirit and heart...once driven only by his wolven hungers for raw flesh and warm blood...now has a new drive...and she is standing next to him...touching more than just his head...she has had his heart since he first laid eyes upon her grace and beauty...can this be real...surely not...none can love that which i have become...not even i like what i have become...let alone love what i have become...
 
Moonlight

Moonlight could feel the emotional conflict within Nightwolf, and she knew she was the cause of it. It worried her that he felt as he did, and it worried her more that her own deep emotions were becoming more confused. All her life she had hidden away from the needs and desires of men, now she had three men that stirred her soul like never before. Still, she could not allow her own personal conflicts to interfere with their mission any more than they already had. They must get to Yelena, and soon.

They shared a short breakfast and were back in the saddle before the sun was full over the horizon. Conner and Cory still seemed to be conferring between themselves about something they chose not to disclose to her. Not something that made her comfortable, but since both of them were aware of her mind reading abilities, and how to shield them selves, she had little chance of finding out just what they were up to. As long as it’s didn’t interfere with the quest, she didn’t care to know, right now she had enough to deal with

As the sun began to work it’s way across the late afternoon sky, Stark told them of a town no more than an hours ride ahead. Perhaps this would be the safest place for Lilly to get some much needed rest, her mind and thoughts shielded by the dreams of so many others close by. At least, they thought, it was worth a try. Nightwolf was not pleased at the thought at being amongst so many humans, so many smells and sounds, but he would not leave his Lady’s side, and in his human form he had a little more control over his wolven nature.

Stabling the horses, they found a reasonably clean tavern, Lilly’s escort alert to ever thing that moved, and every thing that didn’t.
 
My were-senses awash...

I try to focus on the task at hand...I smell things I never have before...My wolven curiousity bristling...I walk at Lady Moonlights' side, my hand never far from my battleaxe...reaching out to her...to show her my readiness...I notice the looks I am receiving...looks of horror and revulsion...I am still in my were-form...SO MANY HUMANS...my hunger for warm flesh and hot blood, soooo intense...I have not felt this way toward humans for ages...because of my isolation...


M"Lady, might we obtain a few rabbits, or chickens? I did not feed last eve, for fear my absence would result in mischief.

I look to those who look upon my wolven countenance and snarl mockingly...then shift to my human form...a tiny white light settles on my right shoulder...it is one of the faerie scouts...she whispers into my ear...

M'Lady, there is a wolven cairn just outside of town, might we stop there, just for a moment, for a few prayers?





[Edited by unclebigbad on 03-11-2001 at 07:28 AM]
 
Stark Wyrmsbane

Striding into the tavern room of the inn, Stark sent out a questioning probe of magic. Sensing no threat to the Lady, he motioned to the party to enter.

The common room quieted at their entrance, all eyes turned to them. The people gathered at the various tables looked to be local villagers, sharing a quiet evening together.

Stark walked to the largest table, which immediately cleared upon his approach. Nodding to those who had just left, he waited for his companions to join him.

After they had seated themselves upon the rough-hewn benches, an obviously nervous inkeep came to where Stark sat.

"Good to see you again, m'lord! Thank you for gracing my humble inn with your presence. What may I get for you all this evening?"

The dragon lord replied, "We have journeyed far, and are in need of lodging for the night, and food. You will make the finest room available for the Lady, here, and whatever other rooms you have will be made ready for the rest of us. Bring us your finest meats, cheeses, and wines."

Stark knew he could count on the innkeep's best service. He had, after all, been coming here in one guise or another for the last 150 years, currently known here as the latest Lord of a powerful noble house.
 
Lord Dralk took the very obnoxious child and sat him down on his horse and chuckled at the child's antics.
 
Moonlight

Lilly very much admired Lord Starks commanding presence, but she would have preferred to attract a little less attention. Smiling to Nightwolf, and understanding his need, she told him payers would be a good idea indeed and they wall call upon the cairn in the morning.

The food that were brought forward was by far the best the inn had to offer, and Lilly very much enjoyed the rich flavors and smells of the various cheeses. As they sat and ate, sipping ale, chatting casually, Lilly felt troubled. It was an uneasiness she could not explain, but it was enough to cause her worry.

A lusty serving wench brought another tankard of ale, bowing deeply to Stark, her ample bosoms all but falling out of her bodice as she stood and winked at him. Lilly felt something she did not much at all. The urge to leap across the table and sink her teeth into that shameless hussy and rip her throat out was almost more than she could control. She shook the feeling off as best she could. Perhaps it was just because she was tired her link to Nightwolf was stronger then normal. Summoning the innkeeper, she asked to be shown to her room and a bath brought to her as soon as he could arrange it. Stark gave him a look that told him he had better arrange it NOW.

As she sank into the hot lavender scented water of the tub, alone in the small but adequate room, she began to relax a little, closing her eyes but being careful not to let her mind wander. Softly she began to hum to herself. It was a sweet melody, one she remembered from her childhood and brought back some of her more pleasant memories.

“Your voice is almost as pretty as your face.”

Lilly sat bolt upright in the tub, searching the room, but finding it empty. It was not a voice she knew but it was definitely a man. Climbing from the tub she toweled off and dressed, she was going to try and sleep, but now she had something more pressing to do. Tucking her knife into her boot, she slipped out of the room and headed for the back door of the tavern. As she stepped into the darkness she was greeted by a stranger.

“Going some where Milday?”

it was the same voice.
 
OOC: thanks moonlight sorry about that

IC: Siren could still sense his presence but she made sure to hide it well. She did not wish to trouble Lady Dorynan. She glanced around the forest wondering where he was, she could feel his mind trying to merge with her, could just hear a whisper of his voice in her mind, mocking her. She concentrated on blocking him out. He would not ruin this! She wouldn't let me ... no matter what it took she would not let him near Lady Dorynan nor anyone else here... no matter what!
 
Sensing the urgency in Lady Moonlights' thoughts...

I rush from the table and up the stairs...searching with my mind...looking for whatever troubled M'Lady Moonlight...
 
Stark Wyrmsbane

Stark had been in a bit of a foul mood, sensing the barest hint of disapproval in the Lady Moonlight's manner. Belatedly, he realized that his normal mode of behavior was probably not the best way to travel under these circumstances. Subtlety and inconspicuousness were just not something he'd ever had reason to employ. He promised himself that he would remember the nature of their mission, and the importance of not attracting attention, in the future.

They were enjoying an admittedly fine repast in the dining area, when a blowzy trollop of a serving wench came to the table, bearing drinks. She'd obviously had some to drink herself, in order to gain the courage to approach them. "In fact", Stark thought to himself, "In fact, is this ridiculous human child attempting to seduce me?" The absurdity was enough to lighten his mood considerably.

Soon, Lilly decided she wanted to retire to her room. A glance from Lord Stark to the obsequeous innkeep was enough to have the man scurrying to see it taken care of. The others remained downstairs, filling the time with idle chat that Stark largely ignored.

Suddenly, the wolf-lord's head snapped up, and he looked directly towards where Lilly was, upstairs. Without a word, Nightwolf leapt to his feet, and rushed upwards.

Damn! He must have sensed a problem through their bond! Stark leapt to follow, ignoring the looks from the other startled people he ran past.
 
Lady Dorynan

They rode on for several hours until it was obvious they could no longer see to ride, and when it was becoming dangerous to be a sitting duck.

Lord Dralk sent scouts out to find the most easily protectable site that would still moderately conceal its inhabitants. And soon the tents went up. Fires were scarce as we didn't want to attract too much attention to ourselves.

The fairies were little faint glints around the camp for up to a quarter of a mile away. Reminded her of lightening bugs. The night air was cool. She could see her breath as she stood on the outskirts of the camp and watched the men settling in or setting up for guard watch.

Suddenly there was a tap on her shoulder. Turning her head she regarded the middle boy with a little curiosity.

"M'lord. What do you plan to do with us?" He cocked his head to the side, his curly brown hair falling just below his ears.
"What is your name?" Lady Dorynan asked him.
"Joshua Fenworthy of the Clan Dal Fenworth." He replied proudly.
"Well Joshua of the Clan Dal, what do you think i should do with you."
"My brother says the Lady Dorynan wont stand for this. I don't think she knows we exist though. Why would she care."

Lady Dorynan frowned at that. She knew of his family. They bordered her land. They were farmers who had always been loyal. "What are your brothers names?"

He turned back toward the camp searching out his brothers in the dim firelight. "My eldest brother is Lorne, the one by the tree, the second eldest thats Breckin, the one under me, thats Digory, and of course the brat is Quinlan."
 
Lady Dorynan

"Lorne, Breckin, Joshua, Digory and Quinlan." she repeated the names committing them to memory. "Fine names, those."

"M'lord....M'lord." Joshua called to her twice. He frowned. she seemed really distracted. He tried again. "M'lord?"

"Joshua, I am no lord I assure you. I am a woman, a female a lady." She replied and with a wave of her hand her long luxurious hair was cascading down her shoulders and she was once again clad in her long gown of silver.

His mouth fell open. He was silent for so long she actually laughed. "Who..who are you?"

She leaned in close to him as if conspiring with him. "I am the Lady Dorynan your brother speaks of so often, but shhhh let's keep it between you and me shall we."

He nodded his mouth still open. "Pardon me m'lady, i didn't know."

"It's quite alright. How could you have."
 
Lord Remy....

I walk slowly around the camp surveying the lines, making sure we will be safe for the night. As I walk slowly around I notice a scout coming from far off, even with his concealment, I can still pick him out. The fairies have done well to conceal him, but mine own I can always spot. The scout made his way through the camp to me; he reported that there was no danger ahead for another day's ride, but beyond that he wasn't sure. I thanked him and sent him along to get food, drink and rest.

With that I turned and headed toward where the Lady Dorynan was. "M'lady, the scout has just returned and brings news that we will be safe for a least another day's ride." She responded, "Thank you Drake....but I fear what we will find at the end of that day's ride. We must be prepared for anything." Her tone was somber yet strong.

I responded the only way I could, "We shall be brave and stand our ground and defend you against whatever may come. Fear not Dory, we will get through this...the powers of Light are on our side."

With that I bid her get some rest and if she needed anything to call upon me. With that I retired to my tent and drank some sweet ale, it always put me at ease during these times.
 
Lady Dorynan

Lady Dorynan watched Lord Remy as he strolled away.

"He's got a likin' for you." Joshua stated

Lady Dorynan stared at him quizically. "W-what do you mean?"

"If you'd excuse me m'lady, he'd like to roll you in the hay..m'lady." Joshua's smirked playfully as he cleared his throat to keep from laughing.

Lady Dorynan gasped as if to object, but then she saw Lord Remy turn and glance at her one more time before disappearing into his tent. There seem to be a look on his face. What it was she couldn't dicipher from this distance.

"Do you really think so Josh?" She pondered the thought.

"Indeed m'lady. In fact my brothers would give their..." he then stopped as he realized he was about to be vulgar. "You're more beautiful than you've been rumored to be, any man would be honored to be with you."

Joshua began to walk off, and then turned back. "And just in case you don't remember m'lady, I would turn back to being the boy you were unless you want more advances than you can count."

"Oh!" Lady Dorynan immediately changed back into the boy look alike and took another glance around her to make sure she didnt see any dangers and she headed to her tent.

Upon arrival she found a tub full of hot water and a note beside it. "Thought you could use a bit of female indulgence. I'll send someone to aid you in your bath within an hour. Love, Michaela."

It had been a long hard ride to where they were and she didnt know how or where she'd gotten a tub, or all of this hot water but she did not care. She immediately undressed and sliding down into the scented water was heavenly. Feeling at ease for the first time in several days she began to hum to herself. Like her sister she had also been blessed with a singing voice. She closed her eyes, piled her hair up on top of her head and began to sing. The song was a gaelic one, "The Hearts Cry."

"Where the river foams and surges to the sea...
Silver figures rise to find me...
Wise and as daring...
Following the heart's cry...
I am that deep pool.
I am that dark spring.
Warm with a mystery, I may reveal to you..."

Her singing was cut short when a warm mouth lightly kissed her neck. Her sharp intake of breath was enough to let the mystery man know she hadn't heard him come in. But as he continued his kissing, she relaxed and began to downright enjoy it. "Dory, say you don't mind. I came to ask you a question but you are like the sirens of legends. I couldn't help myself."

The voice was that of Lord Drakkar Remy.
 
Moonlight

Moonlight turned at the sound of the man's voice. Her anger at his intrusion on her privacy was growing by the second. A long slender sword appeared in her hand and she pun, pinning the man against the wall, the tip of her blade pressing against his throat, a thin stream of blood flowing from the point of contact. Her eyes glowed with fire that burned within her.

“Tell me who you are at once or I will slay you where you stand.”

Conner stepped through the door behind her,

“Lilly, be easy, he’s my brother.”

Emitting a growl she turned and swung her blade at Conner, bringing it down a hairs breath from his nose, another movement would have seen his head split in two even halves.

“YOU. You will address me in the manner befitting my station or you will address me not at all. I am not the child you toyed with at your leisure and I will be toyed with no more. And I strongly advise that you inform your brother that if her ever so much as thinks about invading my privacy again I will gut him and leave you to dig his grave. Do I make my self understood? DO I?”

As her anger and emotions surged through her, her body began to glow with the heat of the element that she embodied. The steal of her sword glowed white hot with the heat from her hands, her clothing vanished in a misty smoke, her long dark hair taking on a life of it’s own, wrapping itself around her body hiding her nudity, but not hiding her glow.

Conner backed away from the heat of the blade. Never had he seen her so angry. Her eyes a blaze of orange and red, sparkling with her rage. It was then they all came to understand why she had been called the Lady Moonlight. The glow her body emitted was very much like the glow of a full moon.

Lowering her blade she turned her back to him,

“Lord Stark, Nightwolf, walk with me, I have e need to cool my heals.”

Conner’s brother called out from behind her naked back.

“Milady, I beg for forgiveness, give you my pledge and ask that you allow me to join your quest.”

Without looking back she said flatly,

“NO.”
 
Turned to face Conner and his brother...

His face curled in a snarl...

You would both be wise to be gone from here when we return, else I will feed the wolf within upon your flesh and blood. Thence, I will sharpen my wolves teeth upon your bones. Your unseemly behaviour has sickened me since I first saw you, Conner. You would do well to avoid my gaze from here on.

Turning back to Lady Moonlight...

Please forgive me, M'Lady, but I could restrain myself no longer.

offers his arm to Lady M...

Shall we leave them to their decisions?
 
Siren leaned against a tree trying to clear her mind. She closed her eyes drawing in upon herself. Then she slowly let her mind drift outward and she searched for his presence for she knew he was close. But all she found was a blackness that seems to swallow her whole. She quickly drew her mind back into herself and opened her eyes. Somehow he had managed to block her from him. She sighed softly then noticed the eldest of the boys from earlier was approaching her. He stood about a foot from her and seemed to be studying her. "May I help you?" she asked a little uneasily. "I heard you are a sorceress, is it true?" he asked his voice holding a hint of awe. She frowned slightly wondering who told him "I am, why do you ask?" "Well I have never met one and they are rarely seen since they are mostly loners" He said. "what is your name?" she inquired. "Lorne m'lady". "Well Lorne my name is Siren and I don't think being a sorceress is something I enjoy discussing sorry" her eyes looked him over he looked to be a few years younger then she. She smiled softly "now if you will excuse me I must get some rest, if you wish we shall talk later, Good Night" She turned towards her tent and vaguely heard him say good night in return. She entered her tent and layed down trying to put in order what was happening lately. She rolled over onto her side and slowly she drifted into a dreamless sleep.
 
Stark Wyrmsbane

Inwardly, Stark smiled. He enjoyed seeing the Lady Moonlight exercise her true power. Even better, this sniveling wretch of a human was no longer necessary! Still, bloodshed could draw unwanted attention to her. He turned to the pair of brothers, saying, "Scum, I have yet to feed today. Normally, human flesh makes me nauseous, but I find that, if I roast it slowly enough with my breath, it is almost palatable. If ever I see either of you again, I will see if the recipe can be improved upon."

Following the glowing figure ahead of him, Stark left the speechless pair behind. Looking to Nightwolf, he said, "Well-done, Wolf-Lord. My thanks."
 
Drake

As I kissed her hot skin, my mind swam with thoughts of perhaps being together after all this madness was over. With those thoughts in mind I found it hard to stop myself from kissing her. But I had come to ask something of her, and so I decided it best to get on with business before I get too far off the path. With that I moved around to the side of the tub and sat next to it, staring into those beautiful eyes. For a moment I was captivated in them, then I got my wits about me and asked her, "Do you plan to bring along this entire group to quest for the child? Or is it your plan to leave a large portion at the stronghold to await our return and possible aid in defending when we have the child?"

With that question a frown formed on her face. She responded, "So it's all business tonight? What was the taste of pleasure for then?"

For an instant I was taken aback and had no response. I tried to gather my thoughts as quickly as I could, and then I just felt myself leaning forward to kiss her. My hands gently stroked her face as our lips met. I could feel passion coursing through me. As we kissed I felt her mind open up to me, and I opened mine in turn. I was shocked and delighted to discover the feelings she had for me, knowing she had such strong feelings for me only made the passion grow. Then she playfully pushed me back on my rear, and smiled at me, "Now don't get too involved, we've still got business to tend to." With that she laid back in the tub and asked, "Aren't you going to bathe me?"

With that I moved close to the tub and gently ran the soft cloth across her skin, as she laid out her plans for the quest. I could barely pay attention to what she was saying, I was fully immersed in my chore of bathing her.

I couldn't remember when I totally stopped listening, but it was sometime around her mid chest region, all the while she kept speaking, but with a wry little smile on her face. She was enjoying watching me, as much as I was enjoying doing it.
 
Moonlight

Moonlight walked at a heated pace, her anger and frustration subsiding only slightly as they left the boundaries of the village. She didn’t stop however until she was well out of sight of the houses and curious eyes. Looking to Lord Stark and Nightwolf, her eyes alight with her inner flame.

“Please. Wait here. It would be dangerous for you to come to close.”

She walked a short distance from them into a clearing, lifting her arms wide, releasing the part of her inner self no one knew existed. Her soft glowing body began to transform, her arms becoming huge wings made of brilliant flames, her body became the form of an enormous bird. An falcon of flames, spreading it’s wings wide and screeching in pain to the heaven. She was the phoenix, she was fire, she was the moonlight, and she was Lillian.

Her great wings folded back and she settled, turning to look at her dearest companions, wondering what they were thinking but never invading their thoughts. The animal within her wanted to burst free, to take to the wing and fly, but now was not the time for such pleasures. Releasing her form, Lilly’s naked unconscious body dropped to the ground, naked and cold.
 
Lady Dorynan

"Drake." I spoke his name but had no words for him. I had never felt such feelings before. I didn't know how to voice them but my body urged me to move to him. I knelt in the water which left my body completely uncovered and glistening by the faint light of the fire outside my tent. Drake sat stunned. He'd never seen me as a woman. A sensual woman, but he did now. His eyes praised me and I felt a new found pride in my body. I reached out to him, and began lifting the linen shirt above his head. He never spoke a word just watched her eyes. She stood up the water dripping down her body, he grabbed the towel and lovingly...gently dried her inch by inch.
A wide beautiful smile crossed her face as she knelt down to face him. Tenatively she leaned in and kissed his chest. He towered over her and she loved it. He seemed to be restraining himself. She found that incredibly interesting. Her tongue traced his right nipple and judging by his reaction she ascertained that he liked it very much. Her hands roamed languidly over his body and as they ran over the front of his breeches he moaned and grabbed both my hands.

"Dory, are you sure? This ...this could go much further.." he sighed at the thought almost shivering with need.

To answer him she leaned back and and began teasingly sucking on his bottom lip. He groaned gutterly and in one swift motion lifted her completely off the floor and laid her back down on the extremely plush extravagant bedding Michaela had obviously had her brothers drag along. Extremely out of place for a virtual 'war party'. But by god they were to be enjoyed so she would now enjoy them.

Laying full across her body he kissed her deeply winding his fingers in her hair, teasing her lips. Her hands running up the full length of his back, feeling the muscles ripple as he moved above her. Winding her long legs around his hips she encountered his breeches whereas she was completely naked. A hint of shyness suddenly entered her demeanor.

Drake picked up on it at once. "Dory...what is it? Why are you becoming shy so hastily." He watched her eyes for signs.

She swallowed. "I'm quite naked, and well, you....aren't."

He looked down, laughed out loud and told her that was easily changed. He lie down on his back and shuffled out of his breeches. And continued to lie there in all his glory. She was half sitting up, propped up on one arm watching him. Taking in the sight of a completely undressed man and she was in awe. He was beautiful. That was the only word she had for it. Her eyes traveled back up the length of his body and her eyes locked with his. He was smiling. Allowing her to go as slowly as she needed.

"Come to me." he whispered. A slow smile spread across her face and she moved closer to him.

"Tell me what to do ." she implored unconsciously licking her lips, making him moan inside.
 
In siren's Dream

Siren walked through the forest as a young girl of only 15. She skipped happily as she picked wild flowers and herbs for her mothers potions. She glanced up as she heard a noise her body tensing as she suspected she was no longer alone. She spun around and came face to face with a boy about 17. His eyes were a stormy grey and his hair was a silvery black. She couldn't take her eyes off him. He handed her a flower that she had never seen before. He smiled encourging her to take it. "Who are you?" she asked instead. "My name is not important but you may call me Damien". "Do I know you? you seem so familiar" she asked her heart beating wildly within her breast. "You do in a way, we are joined... here" he pointed to his heart "and here" this time he pointed to his head. She frowned uncertainly starting to back away "I don't know what your talking about" she said "Oh but you do dear girl, you do"

suddenly there was a flash and she stood on a ledge overlooking the Aralian Sea. It had been 7 years since she had seen that boy. And once again she felt his presence. He stood a few feet behind her and she spun around. "What do you want!" she said angrily hating him for not leaving her alone. She has thought about him ever since she had seen him last. "I want you, dear girl only you"

Siren sat up with a start breathing heavily yet she could still hear him.. hear his laughter mocking her. "Leave me alone please just leave me alone" she murmered rocking back and forth "please"
 
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