New France

[caspai]

Amelia

Again he is putting the power within my hands, asking me to make the choices, inviting rather than commanding, demanding. The feeling of that is intoxicating. I believe that this is the very first person in my entire life to give me the choices, and the decisions I make now will change every aspect of my life, of my very being.

Moving back around the fire, I begin to work on the laces of my dress. He is showing me that he trusts me, and I feel compelled to do the same. When the laces are untied and loosened, I push my dress over my shoulders, revealing my shift and stockings. I slip my shoes off of my feet, and feel the cold floor under my toes as I walk toward him.

Once I am standing in front of him, I loosen the ribbon at the neck of my shift, and push that, too, over my shoulders. I stand in front of him, completely revealing myself to him.

"I am afraid that I don't really know what to do. I am willing to learn, though, and am ready to take these steps. I think."

 

[cgraven]

"I am afraid that I don't really know what to do. I am willing to learn, though, and am ready to take these steps. I think."

I reached out and touched Amelia’s breast feeling its contours. I place hers upon mine. I explore the wonders of her form as I sing of her beauty.

She is in my arms I follow he desirers not lead. I gaze into her eyes pleading to show me he desire.

 

[caspai]

I feel him take my hand, and place it on his breast, as he does the same with me. I feel as if our hearts have suddenly become connected. I look into his eyes, and see him silently asking me to...asking me to what? Nothing in my past experience had prepared me for this. I look at him with my own questions in my eyes.

"In my world, a woman comes to a man knowing noting of what happens between them...like this. What little I do know is filled with pain, hatred, and anger. I do not wish it to be so with us. Yet I do now know what to do."

Moving closer, I place my other hand onto his chest, feeling the rapid heartbeat under my hands. I look down at my hands, spreading out my fingers on his skin. I again look up into his eyes.

"Will you please help me to get beyond the fear, beyond the memories of pain? I fear that I can not do this thing without your help."

 

[cgraven]

"In my world, a woman comes to a man knowing noting of what happens between them...like this. What little I do know is filled with pain, hatred, and anger. I do not wish it to be so with us. Yet I do now know what to do."

Amelia closer, placing her other hand onto my chest my heart rapidly beating under Amelia’s hands. She searches my eyes and soul for understanding.

"Will you please help me to get beyond the fear, beyond the memories of pain? I fear that I can not do this thing without your help."

Words will not soot her troubled spirit. I no not the ways of her people, but only of mine. I guide Amelia to kneel with me on the bear skin. I speak our ways, of the courting song, of the binding song, and of how a maiden answers with her own song. My hands again explore Amelia body as I get to know it, to know what pleases her.

Amelia is now upon her hands and knees as I spread her les and prepare her, for the joining of our bodies and spirits. Like the wolf I lick her and tease her with my tongue, to preparer Amelia for what comes next. My hands hold her narrow waist as my lance rest just inside her rose pedal lips, my salvia lubricates Amelia until her joy matches my own.

I ease slowly into her, waiting for her to adjust to my lance, until we are fully joined. Again I wait till Amelia relaxes. My hands and hips guide her into a gentle rhythm that builds in tempo, as I sing our binding song. I coax joy from her again and again until her joy matches mine. I take time to guide her, coax her, to lead Amelia in our ways of binding.

My lance now deep inside her quivers an brings the essence of my joy, to mingle with hers deep within her womb.

 

[caspai]

Amelia

His gentle ways, his soft touch, soften something in me. He is patient, and caring, and he takes me beyond the pain, beyond the memories of terror.

The touch of his body to mine does not feel like an invasion. It feels like a joining, a sharing of experiences to strong to be put into words. I feel a barrier around my heart begin to shake, a slight crack beginning to form.

Tears form in my eyes, and I try to bite them back, not wishing for him to misunderstand the emotion. Then I realize that if there is a person on earth who could understand the emotion, it might just be him.

As the tears begin, they seem to take a life of their own, and soon, I am wracked with sobs, too many to count. I cry for my parents, safe with each other in the afterlife, still loving each other. I cry for my lost innocense. I cry for the home I can never return to. As the tears flow, the healing begins, and when the tears stop, I feel as if a great weight has been lifted from my soul.

 

[cgraven]

I am one with Amelia as we reach our mutual joy. Her sobs and tears touch my spirit as they are also now one. We lay joined long after our act of binding. I kiss away each tear and sing to her of the joy she has brought to me.

My hands and mouth again bring joy to her as we talk of little things of our past life. The time as a boy when I went on my first hunt, now scared I was the first time I walked the warriors path not of the enemy but of but fear of letting down “Standing Moose” the leader who had placed his trust in me. We talk of her past, of the joys and fears that made up Amelia memories.

We talked about the days to come, and we talked away the night as young lovers often do. We talked and held each other close until the dawn turned the eastern sky pink with the coming of a new day.

 

[Cathay]

Chantral

I cannot recall ever feeling so languid, so utterly liquid before.
My bones were like water and every muscle within me trembled.
I could not believe the joy such pleasure...such love could
offer. I was made for this man. I was born to love him, born
to be here, at this time, with this man. Born to share his life
and his love. Never was I so sure of anything as I was this.
As I lay there, my breathing once again struggling to return to
normal, as the sounds and sights around me struggled to appear
lifelike, I felt it. He had placed a ring on my hand while I had
slept! It wasn't needed....but it said so much. And my heart
ached with thankfulness.....with gratitude. He lay next to me
and watched me silently as I lifted my hand and tears glistened
as the jewels glistened radiantly catching the sunlight. "Oh
Charles......" my voice faltered. I had no words.
And he knew it. I could see the understanding in his eyes.
The kindness. Has there ever been such a man before?
I lay there humbled, my heart full. So full I could not talk.
"Shhhh" he whispered to my wet cheeks. "I...I...Oh Charles..."
I cried quietly. How could I tell him that I did not deserve him?
That I never expected such a gift, such love? That I had never
known that it even existed?
How could I ever justify ...........him?

 

[Swashbuckler]

Charles

I was too pleased that she accepted the ring to speak. I smiled through tears of joy, my face straining underneathe unacustomed exertions of muscles long forgotten to my grief. I held her tight to me. Niether of us findig the words the moment required. I kissed her cheek, tenderly.

My lips drifting, seeking her mouth. My lips desperate for hers. My hands expanding and floatign across her naked shoulders. Crushing her breasts to my chest. Chantal's eyes shining bright with joy at the ring I had placed upon her finger while she slept, stirred my passion to a boil. I swelled against her thigh as my tongue slipped beneath the surface of her smiling lips. My fingers gripping into the skin of her back, in joy.

I slid my thigh between her legs and pressed it to her, feeling her heat rise with the sun. Her lips kissing my thigh hotly beneathe the heavy blankets, she purred into my mouth as she wrapped her arms about my neck and shared a kiss of deepest love and joy.

 

[Cathay]

Chantral

I could not believe how quickly once again.....the wanting
came.......and the wanton took over. As I placed my hands on
his buttox, I pressed deeply as I arched beneath him...needing
him deeply....quickly. I ached in ways I hadn't known before....
Charles. Would it always be like this, I wondered? The wanting?
The almost desperate needing? It seemed so odd to be so...
needy, yet another part of me wanted to laugh in exhultation!
It didn't take long as we practically growled, scratched and
dug into each other, desperately losing ourselves to the moment.
When our breathing started to return to normal, I started to
giggle. He arched one elegant brow...which of course made me
giggle all the harder. Gasping, with giggles and the ever present
tremors, I said"Oh Charles...This is so much....****. I .. I was
just wondering if we would ever get out of bed!" At that
statement my tummy growled which started him laughing. "It
is my guess ma petite...that you cannot live on love alone."
I wasn't even embarrassed, so relaxed I was in his presence.
"Charles...mi amore....I need food!" and grabbing his hair
playfully with both hands, I growled "Feed Me!!!"
Laughing, we dressed thanking le Roi that I was staying
in his room. He had some clean clothes and all mine were
hanging in the armoire. I made him act as Lady's Maid and I
played Valet...though God knows, if I ever caught him kissing
my maid....he AND she would be kitty food!
Somehow I knew that was something I would never have to
worry about with Charles. He is mine.... and I would not
have it any other way. (After all, I was brought up a spoiled
little princess.....and I would not let him forget it!)
We went to breakfast.....okay..by then in was time for the
nooning meal. I did not care what the others thought...and
funny....I don't think he did either.

 

[cgraven]

Amelia sleeps s naked upon the bear skin on the floor. She longs for a different life but can she accept the “way”.

There is a starching at the lodge entrance.

“Limping Dog” what is it?”

He tells me of an Inquire war party and that it is moving this way. I dress and the council meets, again it is I who must tread the warrior’s path. No time to make my partings with Amelia.

We leave at a lope to find and destroy our enemies. They have broken the great peace again.

"Limping Dog" goes to tell Charles of the threat.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Charles

I escorted Chantal to the dining hall we smiled and laughed together over our meal. I could barely taste the food. My senses were still realing over this dear creature at my table. Suddenly the doors opened and there was one of the natives, his face looked grim. I had half a mind to tell him that I was busy when his words, ill timed and blunt as a hammer crashed upon the dining hall. "Our friend Charles, the Iquire have a war party sent to break the peace," his expression showed nothing. He was a wooden man speaking the truth as he knew it. "My God!" I swore shaking one fist to heaven and crashing the other on to the table, "May I not have but one day of happiness?!?" I bellowed.

I rose quickly waving to Chantal, "My prescious, please go back to our room. I will send for you as soon as this small matter is in hand," I could not bare to look her in the face. I had not the heart to face the questions she was bound to ask. I could not debate with her my safety. I had to organize for hers. Rushing out of the dining room I began yelling for all the male servants to make the preparations for the worst. I entered my study and picked up my pistols from the floor where they had lain since Chantal had saved my life. Pocketing them I pulled a long rifle from its mournings above the hearth. Squeezing the cold steel and well word wood with both hands I set my jaw and left the house to see the situation for myself. Thrusting aside the nagging fear for Chantal, if there were to be battle I could not worry for her alone; but in truth that was all my mind could see...