<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #40FF40"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Martine Karembeux</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The youngest daughter of Sir Damian</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/d5668922-425e-4e73-8f97-dd73233101dd_zps99f99557.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Martine had tried to find an answer why love scared her, but she had found none. In contrary, love scared her not at all and Sir Abel scared her not either. She liked his company. She liked their little verbal sparring and tomorrow she would show him that she could wield a fine sword too.<br/><br/>When his lips found hers again she gave into his kiss, let him dominate her for the first time and it felt good, safe, cherished. She liked it, wanted more of that. But he broke it, placed her hand on his arm instead, leading her away. <span style="color: #80FF00">“Yes, this puppy does dance and does it quite well in fact.”</span> Martine laughed and her playful smirk was back on her face.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“I would take a dancing hunting dog too. Would even allow him to hunt me every day and chase me down for affections. You know, if he is a friendly one. Lays down on command, licks me as reward when I am nice to him and comes when called.”</span> She gave him an alluring wink and laughed out loud when she saw his shocked face. <span style="color: #FF8000">“Hey, what are you thinking? I spoke of dogs…”</span> They had reached the dancing and the boys and girls were whirling around in pairs. Martine took Abel’s hands and placed them low on her hips, while her hands sneaked around his neck. There was some fire in her eyes.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Now show me your dancing skills, Sire. And if I am not totally exhausted and dizzy after the dance and only your kiss can save me from fainting, then there will be no more kisses today. So better give your best…”</span></div>