We need volunteers!

Hmmmm...

Since I'm a lover and not a fighter... I guess the only job for me to entertaining the troups. Not so bad once you think about it. :D
 
Where is the promised entertainment?

The battlefield seems deserted! Have all the alien strumpets been subdued and conqured?

There seem to be no entertainment to be had here

Unless.......................................................was that a glimpse I caught of the arch eyed Jenny hiding in the bushes and wanting to appease her base needs by entertaining the troops?
 
Hmmmmmmmmmmm!

Smirking eh! And craftily hiding behind the bushes no doubt, out of harms way.

Come out and show yourself that I might teach you the joys of submission - yours not mine.
 
Landi

Stepping in plain sight. "Alright Sir Fly, show me if you really are everything that you think you are."
 
You may be surprised

Ah! Innnocent that you are.

I do not show anything unless I am tempted - and you have yet to tempt me.

Neither do I offer - I take what is on offer. And sometimes, on a whim, that which is not!

What say you now, succulent creature?
 
'Bring it on'

Bring what on?

Do you refer to your latent submissiveness that yearns to surrender to my overwhelming prescence?

Or are you seeking to engage me and do not understand the rules of battle?

Whichever - or some other - draw closer within reach and I will charm your nether garment off before you can bring yourself to resist.
 
Landi

I can merely move closer to understand his words. Being close enough to touch him if I stretched.
 
Then touch

Then touch, fair but dangerous creature. Move just that little bit closer and touch. But, be warned, if I sense anything other than your curiosity or submissive female traits, I will not attempt to be graceful and gentle with your seduction, I will simply drag you over to yon mossy glade and show you my strength and power in a way that will leave you panting and gasping with awe - and excitement and wanting more.

I would however, much prefer to be gentle and show you why some Earthmen, such as I, are renowned amongst the galaxies for their skills in the art of love making.

Which is it to be? It is my whim that I will permit you to choose your own fate.


.......................................................................................................

I regret that I must attend to urgent matters elsewhere for a few days, but will look for your answer immediately upon my return.
 
Orchid

glancing at Bachlum Chaam. If there was ever such a thing as a Good Earthling, unsure but taunting.
 
Re: Then touch

Fly-me said:
Then touch, fair but dangerous creature. Move just that little bit closer and touch. But, be warned, if I sense anything other than your curiosity or submissive female traits, I will not attempt to be graceful and gentle with your seduction, I will simply drag you over to yon mossy glade and show you my strength and power in a way that will leave you panting and gasping with awe - and excitement and wanting more.

I would however, much prefer to be gentle and show you why some Earthmen, such as I, are renowned amongst the galaxies for their skills in the art of love making.

Which is it to be? It is my whim that I will permit you to choose your own fate.


.......................................................................................................

I regret that I must attend to urgent matters elsewhere for a few days, but will look for your answer immediately upon my return.

Driven with that feline curiousity that every woman has at one time in their life, ten to twenty in mine.
I step closer and yet not touching but admiring that one that taunts and tempts with such firm words.
"earthmen are meant to be acquired, " repeating words well etched to memory. Yet something else, a promise of something that enslaved can't bring.
"You overwhelm with words, yet I can not forget the fact that my kind and yours think differently. Submissive is something I do not know, yet the way you appear in handsomeness tempts the insides to betray the mind. I am left with one of two choices. Touch you in friendship or sworen enemy. Unfortunately my heart refuses to allow the latter."
 
Cloe of Lochlyness

I believe that Sir Stark died from head enlargement and blue balls
 
Touch me

Touch me in friendship.

It is not within my Earthling nature to subdue you with force - but I will if you can find no other way to communicate with me.

Speak to me of that which is within you. And I will respond in like manner.

Truly you are beautiful - and I am intrigued.

I lower my weapon and invite you to walk beside me.
 
Geronimo

And as to Geronimo - I seem to recall him fleeing from the battlefield with one of my well aimed arrows adhering to his nether regions.
 
Angels

But where were your angels when I could have made use of them?
 
Landi

A glance and a pause until the last step is taken and the hand is held out in friendship. Timidness is not how it appears yet there is that brief second that keeps from running to cause havoc.

The mind versus the heart and only one can be victorious, wouldn't that be true of trying to bring better agreements.

The glance in the eyes of the one that is supposed to be captive yet here stands I gazing into the liquid mass that enthralls.

Dear stars that pass thur the window of time, where are my senses? How can this be? That I walk openly to my known enemy and maybe subdued into slavery by that slippery tongue. Yet there is the part of my heart that wants to know and yearn for peace. Yearns for something to be better. Yearns for... *gasp* companionship.

I bare no known weapon nor show signes of agression. What will happen I can not say only that I am in the place that if he moves his hand, he'll touch me.
 
My hand is raised

My hand is raised. Yet not to strike. But to gently touch and stroke the cheek that is proffered in friendship and companionship.

Wellcome to my World.

Will you walk with me so we may discover each other?

I lower my hand and reach it out to enfold yours.

Will we speak of the stars above us - while thinking and dreaming of other things? Perhaps you will allow me to share your thoughts?

Again. Wellcome to my World.
 
Cloe of Lochlyness

Cloe of Lochlyness

I opt to catch my sister in plunder and call to her before the mistake is made

"LADY LANDI HAVE YOU GONE MAD?"
 
Cloe of Lochlyness

Cloe of Lochlyness

I opt to catch my sister in plunder and call to her before the mistake is made

"LADY LANDI HAVE YOU GONE MAD?"
 
Landi

The touch so gentle and yet soft like the touch of Venusian silk. I opened my hand to take his as a voice calls out to me.

Lady Cloe, I heard her plainly and her words settled in the pit of my soul.

"LADY LANDI HAVE YOU GONE MAD?"

Yes Mad, Mad from the wondering what lies out there and why the fight with mortal men must be like none of the other worlds we had conquered. Mad to know why their prowess seems alluring that slavery of them seems mundane.

I look at him, the softness in his offer. Welcome to his World. My hand within his and the gentleness that was unexpected from the touch.

Once more there is promise and more and then welcoming me again. What more should I ask from him.

"I accept your welcome, Earthen one. I am Landi."
 
The way of a Man with a Maid

Gently I draw you close. I look into your eyes and see the longing - a longing that is only equalled by mine, flickering almost invisibly amongst the myriad colours. These eyes are my drowning pools.

Your hip moves and brushes softly against mine as we walk together. My arm rests around your shoulders - in protection, in care, in commitment.

In commitment to a hope that two once sworn enemies can put aside the tears of yesterday and join together in happy communion.

Lady Cloe, fear not for your sister. She is not in harms way when she is with me. And I hope that, down through the years, you will remember this moment and come to understand that there is a time for love and a time for war - and the time for war is past. In another time and another place, I have seen much of man’s inhumanity and I will not extend it into this Alien world. So fear not, Lady Cloe - and remember, that a pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.

And now, Landi, my new found friend, let me show you the way of a Man with a Maid - and conquer as you willingly submit.

I am - whatever and whoever you wish me to be. And in that ‘whatever’ or ‘whoever’ you will find - me.
 
Landi

Strange to be held so close. The very air seemed alive as I was in his hold.

And now, Landi, my new found friend, let me show you the way of a Man with a Maid - and conquer as you willingly submit.

strong words that hold a good deal of promise yet submit seems wrong.

I am - whatever and whoever you wish me to be. And in that ‘whatever’ or ‘whoever’ you will find - me.

Blinking the eyes and taking in the signes that tell more then the words. His heart is calm and the breathing is the same way. Why then has mine increased?
 
Ah Landi

Strange - yet strangely sweet. The spark flies and indeed the very air shimmers around us as two aliens move together - close.

The promise is there. It is yours to take. Yet you mis-understand. The submission is not to my desires - it is to yours, so how can it be wrong?

Look closely at the signs. You speak of your increased breathing and inner fluttering.

My heart and breathing are calm and assured. I know what I want. I know what I want to give you. Will you permit? Will you give way? Will you learn from me the Earthman’s way with a Maid?

I draw you with me yonder. To where the alien trees dip down to a hidden bower where we may be alone - and yet together.
 
Landi

Never were more tempting words thrust before me

The promise is there. It is yours to take. Yet you mis-understand. The submission is not to my desires - it is to yours, so how can it be wrong?

My heart and breathing are calm and assured. I know what I want. I know what I want to give you. Will you permit? Will you give way? Will you learn from me the Earthman’s way with a Maid?

"yet if I falter, that betrays my sisters and those that look to me for the strength that we have. I am no Maiden of this realm of your earth. My ways may seem similair yet I have no doubt that you shall tempt me beyond."

The bower seems peaceful yet the truth of the place leaves open the choice. Allow this as you referred, 'submit' or will this be all peace.
 
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