Love's Endless Kiss

[caspai]

Aurelia Antonius

A festival air filled the camp, as the servants took advantage of the journey to celebrate in a way that never would have happened were Nebankh there. She allowed it to continue, as it would serve to distract Creyton from thinking too deeply about the events occuring around him. She had found that she was enjoying him entirely too much to want to kill him. At least, not at the present time.

Upon entering her tent, she had removed her clothing. There were times when the feel of the night air upon her skin was simply irresistable to her, and tonight was one of those nights. The cool breezes caressed her skin, causing her nipples to harden slightly. As she reclined upon the soft coverings that had been arranged for her comfort, her mind drifted over the years, indeed, over the centuries. There were few faces she could easily recall. Caesar, of course. That face could come to mind instantly. He had taught her so much about power, and and about what it took to control and weild it. Mark Anthony, ah, he had taught her about sensuality, and the delights that existance could provide. When he had died, part of her soul had died with him, and after she abandoned her mortality, she learned to not regret the loss of that tenderness. Such softness could bring about her distruction, and that could not happen.

She could feel Creyton as he approached the tent, but again her mind drifted. She had spent a great deal of time alone after her supposed death. While she had been taught to expect deification, part of her had doubted that it could truly be. As a child, the talk of living gods and goddesses upon the earth had seemed to her to be in part a story for the uneducated masses, and part political ploy for those who may wish to seize power. Her only thought upon embracing the deadly kiss of the cobra was that she could not exist with out Mark Anthony, that anything at all was preferable to the endless pain that she was living through. When, instead of killing her, the bite had indeed merely taken away the capacity to feel that pain, it had been overwhelming. Over time, she embraced this destiny, revelled in it. She had, however, kept people at a distance from her. Servants and slaves were, of course, necessary to maintain ones surroundings, but they hardly counted as people.

Creyton lifted the flap of the tent and peered in, but just before he did so, she closed her eyes, resting her head back upon the soft cushions surrounding her. She does nothing to stop him from gazing his fill, but she does not encourage him to come to her. Her nights belonged to her. Well, to her and to Nebankh. Only he could truly understand what the night meant to her.

Ah, Nebankh. As her thoughts shifted to him, she felt a brief shadow of an emotion long since dead within her. Her intellect told her clearly that if she were still able to feel love, Nebankh came the closest to being able to claim that bounty from her. He was her companion, he was the one who understood her desires, her needs. He was the one who kept the oblivion of the coming ages from overwhelming her. Suddenly she was filled with a need to see Nebankh, to know that he was safe, and that he was still loyal to her. Such a thought seemed suddenly absurd to her. In the years upon years that he had served her, there had been but once that his attention to her had strayed, and that had been when he was still struggling to accept and make peace with the destiny that he now shared with Cleopatra alone. She had been forced to deal with the situation harshly, but the lesson was one learned well, and never again did his eyes fall upon any woman other than herself.

It did not take a great deal of time before Creyton, receiving no encouragement from her, let the flap fall, enclosing her once again in her solitude. The first day of their journey was behind them now. At the end of the day tomorrow, Nebankh would arrive in Aquis Sulis. As he was two days ahead of them, they had three more days of travel before they would meet up with him. When that happened, her existance would again take on its familiar and comfortable pattern.

Closing her eyes, she let her thoughts drift, capturing half forgotten memories of the ages she had lived through. In this way, she let the night drift past her.

 

[SilverBullet]

Creyton

Creyton started at her soft, naked body for a few moments and closed the flap. He assumed that she had fallen asleep. He didn't understand the words she spoke earlier about mortals needing to sleep. Apparantly, she was accustomed to the ritual as well.

He continued to watch the servants enjoy the night. The singer had quit his happy songs and was not snoring by the fire. Only a few remained awake. Some were obviously lovers as they kissed and held each other around the fire's warmth. Others were reminding each other about the unforgettable events that had happened during their life: the huge fish that one caught many years ago, the day that their daughter married the rich tax collector and moved away.

He began to think about things that had happened in his life. He had protected so many individuals: descendants of kings, young girls travelling to their marriage and plenty of cranky old men. They seemed to be the one's that paid the best, even more than the royal blooded. His thoughts also took him back to the day that he failed. The day that he let a girl, one that he had begun to have feelings for, escape from his eyes just for a few moments. The few seconds were too long as theives came and took her life away. He had ended up killing them all, but only out of pure rage and revenge. They had taken away the only thing that had ever meant anything to him. He didn't want to get this way with this woman. He had to force himself not to let any of this get out. He didn't know what she could do with the knowledge.

Looking around, he saw the sky turning orange as it prepared for the sun to make it's new home. The servants had already begun to pack and make preparations for the day's journey.

 

[caspai]

Aurelia Antonius

As the sun climbed into the sky, she reclothed herself as was appropriate for a woman of her station. Before leaving the tent so that the servants could pack it away, she donned her cloak carefully, taking care to shade her face. Accepting another plate with an assortment of fruits and cheeses, she continued on to her small, plush cart. Motioning to Creyton, she smiled at him.

I wish you to ride again with me on this day. You will, however, sleep.

Sensing that he was about to argue the point with her, she held a hand up, silencing him.

The road for as far as the eye can see is straight and flat. We will be able to detect any approach that is made upon us well in advance. You will not do anyone any good at all, least of all yourself, were you to try to stay awake for the next three days and nights. If you insist upon staying awake at night, then you will sleep during the day. I will have no argument. You are paid to do as I say, and, I believe, you made a vow to do so.

She could see in his eyes that he wished to fight her on this, but she knew that he would not be able to.

I will not let you sleep the entire day away. I only wish that you rest enough to avoid becoming ill. If you are to be my bodyguard, then you must maintain enough health and strength to enable you to guard my body. Is this not so?

Smiling, she turned and walked to her cart, arranging things so that there was a comfortable place for him to rest. When the servants had once again packed everything away, Creyton climbed into her cart. His fatigue from the night combined with the slow rocking of the cart to put him into a deep, natural sleep.

As the day progressed, and the sun rose again, hot, in the sky, she had the servants stop to erect the shades yet again, and again, once her privacy was assured, she disrobed, preferring her own skin to the rough feel of the cloth that she was forced to cover it with. Once that was done, and as she had promised, she awoke Creyton, enjoying the credulous look upon his face when he opened his eyes.

 

[SilverBullet]

Creyton

He had not been in that deep of a sleep in a very long time. Although, he still wasn't completely comfortable sleeping alone around her, he was so fatigued from having only a few hours rest in that last two days that he had to let down his guard. He awoke to find his companion in what seemed to be her preferred method of dress. This was his preferred way for her to dress as well. He wanted her now, even more than the day before. After all, she had awakened him.

A cool breeze quickly entered through the cracks of the shades causing her nipples to be noticeably aroused. Quickly removing his shirt, he pulled her against him. He began to kiss and lick the crease her neck causing chills to go down her spine and his. Already being erect from his sleep, he moved her hand onto him. Kissing her more, he made his way down her neck to her already hard nipples. He took his time, sucking and gently nibbling. She closed her eyes as a quiet moan echoed from her throat. Wanting to please her more than anyone in his life, he laid her on her back and continued to move his lips down her body. A small grin appeared across her lips as he looked up to see her reaction.

Sliding his hand between her legs, she was already moist and warm with anticipation. He now moved his lips to the tenderness inside her thighs, making her wait to feel him inside of her. Rubbing his lips up and down her leg, she grabbed his head and pulled him against her. He didn't hesitate. She arched her back as he enjoyed the taste of her inside his mouth. Her moan gradually became louder until she was screaming. Her body shook one final time as she grinded her nails up his back. She collapsed to the floor taking in deep breaths. He sat up to kiss her gently on the lips.

 

[Honey_B]

Yvaine

He just stood next to her, staring down at her face. She opened her mouth to speak and found she couldn’t. No, Yvaine could only return his gaze. It seemed beyond comprehension that she knew his face so well, as if she had seen him in a dream she had over and over. His features were angular, almost cruel. The sharpness of his jawbone cut through space and his face was longish, the planes shadowed. For the first time she saw the white glitter of his teeth, but Yvaine experienced no fear, only the vague sense that she was meant for him. Completely - Mind, body, and soul.

Somehow his thoughts had become her own. Yvaine did not know where she ended and he began. She knew her eyes to be open, yet she felt lost in a fantasy. A dream where she lead a dark stranger to her bed. She did not know his name, but that had ceased to matter, just as her own identity seemed to slip away.

Yvaine’s bed belayed the outward practicality she showed the world. In this, the inner heart of her sanctum, Yvaine had collected the richest of fabrics. Every scrap that she had coaxed out of the travelers who frequented her inn had been secreted away from prying eyes. The rich blankets and pillows she had stitched together were one of her hidden treasures. And upon this silken bed, Yvaine reclined, not even comprehending what she was begging him to do.

 

[caspai]

Aurelia Antonius

The waves of ecstasy began to recede, and she looked into his eyes as he kissed her. Running her fingers through his hair, she held his head there as she feasted upon his mouth, slowly, so slowly moving so that he was the one now stretched out, and she was atop him. Her hands moved downward, caressing his neck and shoulders, and then his arms. Taking his hands in hers, she lifted them so that they caressed her breasts, her fingers over his, teasing her nipples, the two of them together. She saw passion flaring uncontrollably within the depths of his eyes, his hands strengthening, grasping. She allowed it for a brief second, watching as the knowing smile curled his lips.

Taking him by surprise, she flung his arms above his head, moving too quickly for him to see, much less react. Before he knew what was happening, his arms were tightly bound with thick silk cord, and she was sitting across his pelvis, a gleam in her eye. She could feel his erection bouncing under her, fighting to find its hot wet home. Shifting so that she was sitting on her knees, no longer touching him at all, her eyes became slits.

You vowed that you would do anything I asked. I ask this of you now. I ask you to give me everything, to trust your very soul to my keeping. If you can do that, I will show you the kind of pleasure that you never dreamed could exist. Can you do that?

She watched intently as he tugged at the ropes. She knew that he would never be able to losen them. She had had too many years of practice to have any doubt as to her ability with knots. Leaning over, the hardened nipples of her breasts barely grazing his chest, she took his lower lip between her teeth and bit ever so lightly, not quite breaking the skin.

You are so delicious, I could just eat you right now. But what fun would that be? You don't mind if I taste, though, do you?

She laughed softly as she looked at him, bound, helpless. The power that this gave her sent a purely sensual thrill through her.

What am I saying? You aren't exactly in a position to argue with...anything...I should choose to do, are you?

Leaning back over him, she laid her body purposely over his, kissing him deeply, sucking longlingly on his tongue, and then moved to caress the flap of his ear with her sharp little teeth. Avoiding his neck as too much temptation, she ran her tongue around his nipples, and then slowly worked her way down to his pulsing penis, taking the purple head of it into her mouth and swollowing all of it in one swift motion. As she lifted her head, she allowed her teeth, always so sharp, to drag along the skin. She could feel him desperately bucking his hips, heard him begging for something, anything, not exactly sure himself what he truly wanted. Reaching up with her sharp fingernails, she cruelly raked them across his nipples, meeting his eyes with her own.

Are you trying to tell me that you aren't enjoying this game of mine? Then maybe I should put an end to it.

Stradling him once more, she guided his penis so that he was firmly implanted inside of her, and then just sat looking at him for a full minute. Try as he might, he was unable to shift to thrust into her. When his head began to thrust from side to side in frustration, she began to slowly contract her pelvic muscles, gripping him in delicious torment, causing his agony to spiral to even greater heights. When the fine sweat broke upon his lip, she threw her head back and began to laugh, long and loud.

Once her laughter had died down once again, she began to ride him, but to do so very very slowly. Resting her hands on his shoulders, her tempo slowly began to increase, as did his breathing. When she felt his hips beginning to buck under her, she would again slow down, silently watching him until he held himself still once more. With that, she would again begin to pick up her pace. When she had silently trained him to the point where he would hold completely still under her for the duration of her ride, she felt a thrill unlike any other course through her, so much stronger than mere sexual release. To have that amount of control over a living being, one who supposedly had free will, was more addictive than any other thing she had ever felt, and it sent her into an orgasm so intense that for a second she almost lost consciousness. Hearing his roar as he too climaxed, she slowly floated back down to reality.

Gazing at him, she saw dark purple shadows under his eyes, and she realized that the shadows had lengthened greatly while she had been playing. Several hours must have passed as she tortured and pleasured him and herself. Smiling, she leaned down and gave him a kiss, pulling an end of the rope as she did so to release his hands. He was so exhausted that when he tried to lift them to hold her, they merely fell to his side.

You did very well, my delicious little treat. You have earned another rest, which I would suggest you take. Once we make camp, you will be allowed out of the cart to resume your...other...duties for me. Sleep now.

She watched as his eyes drifted closed. He had turned out to be remarkably good at following her directions, and this, too, pleased her greatly. As she cleaned herself up and again donned her clothing, she thought to herself yet again that she would have to think of a way to properly thank Nebankh.

 

[SilverBullet]

Creyton

He had never felt so much pleasure along with so much fear. The combination was unlike anything he had experienced in this regular world.

A mix of emotions ran through his body. The thought that she was going to kill him had entered his mind. How could he be her bodyguard when he had been at her mercy more than once? How could he protect her from others when he couldn't protect himself from her? He had really known from the beginning that she didn't need anyone to protect her. He could not figure out why she would accept a hired guardian until now. She didn't want someone to protect her, but someone to obey her. He was willing to obey.

She kissed his head so that he would wake from his sleep. The carts were stopping once again. The servants prepared to make camp. In just a few minutes, everything was set and the smell of food mixed in with the evening's cool air. She again grabbed a plate of fruits and cheese as he held open the flap of her tent so that she could walk through.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Nebankh

Following my silent commands, the young beauty lay herself down upon her linens and stretchd like a cat. My cold smile was the last thing she was conscious of with me across the room. Darting faster than mortals could comprehend, I lunged first across the floor and slightly parted her legs, with tender gentleness, returning to my stance. Savoring the scent of her rushing blood and rising desire.

Flashing again, razor sharp fingernails split her peasants clothes, just barely touching her hungery flesh beneath. Not enouhg to break, but enough of a rapid caress to engulf her skin in flames of passion. Retreating once more, I watched slowly as the sundered cloth peeled from her archign skin to reveal wonderful breasts of the like it seemed I had never seen before.

Another blur to mortal eyes let her exposed right nipple taste the first tug of my clutching lips, the sharpness of my teeth raking her starved flesh slightly, and the strength of my tongue as I lashed the hard nub once before retreating to my stance.

I paused to rub the pounding in my temples, the pounding of the hunger that was trying to fight its way back over the flames of my passion. Forcing it away I smiled broadly at her eyes, glazed with an all too mortal need. I growled with monsterous desire as I lept with unearthly speed to her. My wrap of mortal rags fluttering in the empty space of her tiny room in my unseen wake.

Like a lion of the savanah, I was upon her. Two ankles seized in manacle like hands. Two legs pulled wide like the delta of the nile, opening her fertile feilds to my attack. At once her heartland was invaded by the spear of Egypt. The hot and lust glistened folds of her delta peirced and stretched as I crushed all my power into one great deep thrust. Her lips parted widely, as her bed groaned at the force of the attack. As her calfs were drove into the pillows at her shoulders, and I found myself holdign sharp ppoints of throbbign teeth just not breaking the skin of her pale throat.

 

[caspai]

Aurelia Antonia

As the sun began to set, the camp was made. She felt a growing discontent, as if something were wrong that she could not put her mind to. This was very disconcerting to her, as her peace of mind had been, for centuries, the very thing that Nebankh had existed to insure. Roaming about, she could feel the eyes of her servants upon her, nervous as her mood became apparent.

Nebankh should be with her, and yet he wasn't. While she understood the necessity for this, it did nothing to calm her nerves. She stopped and watched as the servants began to erect her tent. One of the poles was misplaced as she watched, causing a slight tear in the fabric of the tent. Her eyes began to glow with malice.

Fool! Do I keep you around so that you can destroy my belongings? You think you are so secure in your position that you can neglect and destroy that for which you are charged with caring?

As she advanced upon the hapless man, she saw the fear growing in his eyes, and was gratified at it.

I think that you are becoming careless in your security, and perhaps are in need of a reminder that not all things go on forever as they were. Not for the likes of you. I think you need a lesson to teach you the value of taking proper care of things that do not belong to you.

Crooking her finger at him, she motioned the man to her. Trembling, he walked to her. Reaching her hand up, she ran a finger along the side of his face, and down his chin. Cupping his chin, she suddenly, with a speed and strenght none could have guessed she possessed, flung the man to her left. He lifted off his feet completely, flying through the air as if a mere bundle of cloth, and landed inches from the now blazing fire of the camp. A sudden hush filled the camp, all of the noises of dinner preparations coming to a sudden halt. Turning to the gathered group, she addressed them all.

Lest it slip your mind, you belong to me as much as this tent does. Every one of you. If any of you becomes careless with my belongings, it will tempt me to do the same, and this you would not enjoy. Take great care with that which is mine, and I will do the same. Become negligent, and the next time, you will not land next tothe fire, but in it.

A quiet murmuring began to grow within the group, and the man who had been so negligent with her tent picked himself up and walked over to her, eyes down. He knelt at her feet, never once looking into her eyes. She could see that his shoulders were shaking, could smell the fear rising up out of him.

Mistress, I am most humbly sorry for what I have done. I will repair the damages immediately, and beg only the opportunity to show you the depths of my sorrow for having caused damage to what you hold so precious to yourself.

Looking down at this pitiful creature, she longed to see the proudly held shoulders of her dearest Nebankh again, to see the slight shadow of defiance that remained even now within his eyes. Disgusted suddenly with the cowering fools she was surrounded by, she turned and stalked into the gathering gloom, sweeping the hood of her cloak off her head as she did so. The disquiet began to grow within her once again, and she wished to be alone to try to discover the reasons for it. She could feel something, a change, but was unable to discover the reason for it, and this was the most disturbing thing of all.

When she had gained a certain amount of privacy from prying eyes, she stopped, and held her body motionless to try to reach out with her mind. Calling to Nebankh, her dearest Nebankh, she tried to connect her mind with his. Even this very pale touch with him would be able to sooth her. It was not the same as feeling his arms, but it was what was available to her. The connection, however, was not made. Nebankh was holding himself apart from her. Her disquiet increased as she returned to the encampment. Facing her servants, and seeing Creyton with his eyes that always seemed to follow her, she addressed them all.

My peace of mind has been shattered this evening. Those among you with wisdom would be advised to leave me to my musings, and to keep those of you without wisdom away from me. Do I make myself understood?

Turning, she walked into the now repaired and erected tent, and flung her clothing off. Throwing herself onto the sleeping area of the tent, she did something she rarely did, forcing herself to seek out the oblivion of sleep so as to release her mind, allowing it to travel to its closest companion. Rather than meeting it where it now was, however, she felt herself being drawn into the past, times long buried, or so she had thought...