Ender's Island Behind Closed Doors (IC smut thread)
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				Title: <strong>Ender's Island Behind Closed Doors (IC smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 01:02:40</strong>
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				<br><strong>Aeryn and Xen:&nbsp; Captain Akkat's quarters.</strong><br><br>Aeryn's eyes lit up the second she saw the neatly made bunk "Oh holy Gods!"&nbsp; She moaned, almost as though she were supplicating at an alter.&nbsp; She slides from Xen's grasp as she half sits half collapses on the edge and feeble fumbles with the buckles on her boots.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ender's Island Behind Closed Doors (IC smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 01:31:24</strong>
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				Xen sighs with relief as she hears Aeryn's pleased response to the unlit, simple room.&nbsp; She immediately 'closes' the door flap, shutting out the light almost completely with the stitched leather, its purpose little more than to block out daylight and insects.&nbsp; The darkness is blinding for a moment, but soon Aeryn can make out where Aeryn is seated on the cot as her eyes adjust to the reduced light that pierces the dark and cool in little bars where the flap does not seal the door completely.&nbsp; The elf seems not to have noticed the darkness, and stands watching Aeryn's eyes as the healer begins working at her boots.<br><br>The wood walls are cool, though, as Xen leans her face against the nearest, the smell of hewed wood, leather, and weapon oil filling her nostrils.&nbsp; She steps up closer, then, blinking gently in appraisal of the healer, and extends one hand before her like one waving a priestly greeting.&nbsp; Her long, strong fingers splay out and she places her palm on Aeryn's shoulder.&nbsp; "Let me," she says firmly, but with no condescension nor harshness... only insistence, quieted by their closeness at the moment... with her hand, she urges the healer to lay prone on the cot.<br><br>She loosens the cuff from the young woman's calf with her fingertips, then with a careful twist-- the power of the woman could break the leg-- she eases the boot off gently before addressing its partner.&nbsp; All the while, she seems to study the healer... her bold human features, her golden hair...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ender's Island Behind Closed Doors (IC smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 02:06:23</strong>
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				<strong>Captain Akket's quarters</strong><br><br>The healer flops back almost bonelessly, content to allow the barbarian to pull her footgear free. "Good to get those off,"&nbsp; she whispers, "My feet are numb, my calves are burning.&nbsp; II can't believe how much those cost me to have made, they fit m feet like gloves. Gods help me if I had been wearing trash boots today."<br><br>She returns Xen's study from half closed eyes.&nbsp; The firm touch of the woman's hands on her lower legs, warm weapon-callused hands, she isn't drifting right off to sleep to her surprise.&nbsp; She glances around the room, finds italmost compulsively neat.&nbsp; the half-Orc captain sets an example for his men, it seems.<br><br>"Thank you, Xenathiel.&nbsp; For everything.&nbsp; That red man, Gaia knows what he has in mind for me.&nbsp; Or no, he did say his master sent him, told him where to find me, did he not?&nbsp; I wonder what he wants with me."&nbsp; She is developing some rather disturbing speculations that way, but keeps them to herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ender's Island Behind Closed Doors (IC smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 02:45:41</strong>
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				The coppery-skinned elf's hands go still a moment, holding a boot in each hand... she looks away, a guilty flush coming to her cheeks as she finds her own designs less than scrupulous.&nbsp; Shifting her eyes a bit back and forth, she resumes and sets Aeryn's boots at the foot of the bed.&nbsp; "Yes, I'm sure," she says flatly.&nbsp; "Best not to think on it."&nbsp; <br><br>She refocuses her attention on the young human, her strong hands cupping first one foot the way she once did her older brothers and sisters before... well, before.&nbsp; She places one thumb at the pad of Aeryn's foot, rolling it in a smooth circle while gently squeezing and releasing the arch of her foot just above her toes.&nbsp; One hand, then, glides over her Achilles tendon and up the back of her shin, where it begins to smoothly knead her supple calf.&nbsp; The angular featured elf-- all hard knots of muscle on exotically long limbs-- massages the lower leg and foot with restrained strength and tenderness, though perhaps without the anatomical expertise of a real healer.&nbsp; Her hand delves into the loose cuff of the pants, still wrinkled from where the loose foot had been tucked into her boots.<br><br>Through this much, she has stopped speaking, and with casual insistence pauses long enough to reach for the fastenings of the girl's breeches.&nbsp; Nothing in her demeanor is aggressive or rough, and only the slightest hint of hesitation gives a clue that this could be more than a routine, platonic gesture.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ender's Island Behind Closed Doors (IC smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 03:02:37</strong>
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				Aeryn is almost purring by this point her head has dropped back slightly between her shoulders "Xen, that's marvelous.&nbsp; I, yip!&nbsp; I love that, I've given lots of rubdowns, so seldom ever got one."&nbsp; Her head lifts and she watches the elf with a half smile on her lips.&nbsp; <em>How old are you,</em> she wonders.&nbsp; The barbarian seems to lack some of the effortless poise of the elves she knew back home.&nbsp; What she thought of as home, anyway.<br><br>"Liquid steel."&nbsp; Aeryn murmurs, then makes a vague motion with one hand. "The way you move . Graceful power, I mean."&nbsp; <em>The way those muscles slide under your skin, the way your hands glide over my skin.</em>&nbsp; That blush, the Healer smiles more broadly as her hips lift to ease Xen's removal of her trousers.&nbsp; She finds herself waking up more and more.&nbsp; She will pay for the lack of rest tomorrow, but whatever.&nbsp; What she thinks she sees in Xen's eyes is interesting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ender's Island Behind Closed Doors (IC smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 05:22:55</strong>
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				When she glides the trousers over the young woman's hips, there's near to no effort in the gesture, though she angles her face and blinks once as if in curious study of Aeryn's observation.&nbsp; She opens her mouth as if to speak, then seems to think better of it, and laying the garment aside begins to work insistently, head dipped low, at the other leg's tired muscle.&nbsp; She allows her gaze to roam like her hands, studying-- memorizing, it seems, every shadowy contour, each gentle curve and taut angle, even boldly studying the human girl's undergarment as she kneads and massages each thigh in turn.&nbsp; Her lingering fingers leave tingling chill-trails on the inside of the thigh, the undersides near the swell of her rear, the touch firm and steady to avert ticklishness.&nbsp; The touch then lightens, becomes exploratory, questioning, before going firm again for a long, smooth stroke down the leg to ease and relax the muscles there.<br><br>Xen speaks now, as if the thought had to ripen before she gave it voice.&nbsp; "I'm not powerful," she says softly, her clipped native accent subdued by care.&nbsp; "I may have strong arms, fast feet... but I lack much."&nbsp; She blinks then, the meager light causing her eyes to glimmer like a cat's.&nbsp; "It is the price of my freedom, Aeryn.&nbsp; I have chosen a war that I will lose."&nbsp; She has switched legs, and her strong hands are working their way up Aeryn's calf.&nbsp; "I have wanted little else until now.&nbsp; But... things may be different..." she trails off again, her hands go still, but she then resumes the rub-down, seeming intent on keeping her own silence this time.&nbsp; <br><br>At the young human woman's hips, the elf rests her gaze upon Aeryn's eyes and steadies herself on the cot, positioning her hips so that she sits erect, like one rising in the morning and studying a sleeping lover in her bed.&nbsp; She then stands.&nbsp; "Do you really find me graceful..?"&nbsp; There's a clicking and creaking of leather and tack, and the armored leather jacket and epaulettes hangs loose.&nbsp; She drops it-- padding, gauntlets, and all-- aside the bed to where Aeryn's leggings lay.&nbsp; Having the gauntlets tied to the hip and no longer worn seems to have sapped away the unnatural edge of her strength, but she still imposes with the slightest touch like a man twice her size.&nbsp; Her small breasts are taut against the soft wrapped cloth covering them, with small peaks from the bold pressure beneath.&nbsp; Her boots follow, the greaves also, and the bared elf's meager wrappings are less than modest.&nbsp; <br><br>Her coppery skin is riddled with faded brown-red markings-- peaks and moons and stars that trail the angles of her form.&nbsp; She stands straight and tall, then, her legs slightly apart, one foot before the next, and pulls back her shoulders.&nbsp; Her body is lithe and hard like something carved from stained wood.&nbsp; Then, with no further ceremony, she leans closer and lays her upper body along Aeryn's, encircling her head with her arms and gently laying her head at Aeryn's throat to plant a tentative, exploring kiss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ender's Island Behind Closed Doors (IC smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 14:36:06</strong>
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				"I do find you graceful."&nbsp; The healer says quietly.&nbsp; "Very much so."&nbsp; Xen's touch is unlike what she has&nbsp; become used to over the last few years.&nbsp; <em>Respectful, that's the word I'm lookng for,</em>&nbsp; she decides. Oh, there had been nothing like what other attractive female slaves had to endure,&nbsp; she is genuine Healer as well as surgeon after all.&nbsp; But a beautiful slave woman no matter how skilled always has certain other duties she is called on to perform. <br><br>&nbsp;Aeryn responds to the elven woman's removal of her armor by pulling her loose long-sleeved shirt over her head, a little of her hair comes loose from her bun as she does so.&nbsp; he cloth band she wars over her breasts is only slightly larger than what Xen is wearing, although she does have more to be covered.&nbsp; When xens bends over to her, the healer reaches out and envelopes her in a now-hungry embrace pulling her tight , then dipping her own head to kiss the other woman not at all tentatively.<br><br>No longer sleepy at all, the human pulls the elf fully onto the bed beside her, tossing one pale leg over her companions tanned thighs.&nbsp; Knots, lines of scar tissue reveal themselves under the healer's hands as they roam across Xen's body.&nbsp; The cloth bandeau, an annoyance constricting her breasts, she tugs it free with one hand and gasps as her taut nipples drift across copper skin.&nbsp; "Xen," she whispers huskily "I don't like pain, but I am not made of glass."&nbsp; Then she runs her nails down the barbarian's back and kisses her hard.<br><br>&nbsp; For the first time in longer than she wants to think about, Aeryn is in bed with someone for no other reason than wanting to be there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ender's Island Behind Closed Doors (IC smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 16:06:08</strong>
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				Xen's small breasts rise and fall a little faster with the sudden response from Aeryn.&nbsp; The barbarian, though an elf, seems in many ways younder than the human, her hardened and scarred exterior- punctuated with pierce-looking tattoos-- is still youthful as the strange light in her large, angular eyes.&nbsp; She breaks away from Aeryn's kiss, rocking back on her hips to study the strange-beautied human girl, savoring the sight of her breasts that pool gently on her ribs as she lays back, the incline of her stomach, the subtle jut of hipbons under creamy flesh.&nbsp; Like some strange bird, the young elf cocks her head in study for a moment more before she moves, loosing her small mounds of girlish flesh, the tips upturned slightly with the firm muscle beneath.&nbsp; There's no inch of her, Aeryn sees, that is not bronzed by sun, and the elf doesn't seem fully content until she's removed the loincloth as well to show girlish hipbones, a strangely soft little pubic mound, and a small coppery patch of hair so thin that it only slightly obscures the cleft beneath.<br><br>All the while, her breasts rise and fall with deep, hungry breaths, quickening as she exposes herself and studies Aeryn's form.&nbsp; She seems unwilling to answer, as if she only hopes that is true and dares not answer for fear of breaking some spell.&nbsp; As if some restraint is loosed, she suddenly covers the pale-skinned young woman, with her body, longing for the warm comfort of her flesh once more.&nbsp; Her mouth covers Aeryn's in return, and the sparks of desire take hold of kindling , erupting her need into a crackling flame... A sound like predatory cat erupts from her throat as her mouth works over Aeryn's, her lips exploring and consuming, her tongue breaking the part of Aeryn's mouth to delve inside hungrily.&nbsp; Her breath hisses through her nostrils as the kisses come faster and faster, waves stumbling upon each other to reach the shore of Aeryn's lips, and she grinds against her with a roll from her legs to her shoulders as though her whole body wants to embrace the girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ender's Island Behind Closed Doors (IC smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 17:06:14</strong>
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				"No!"&nbsp; A protest when Xen pulls back.&nbsp; She keeps her hands onthe other woman, the elf did not move far.&nbsp; She can feel the copper woman devouring her withhungry eyes, the healer doesn't care, her own are feasting.&nbsp; Aeryn doesn't shrink from the others' passion, she meets it in full.&nbsp; She fumbles with one hand at the cloth about her own loins and whether caught just right, whether Xen is pulling as well she never knows.&nbsp; The garment rips and comes off.&nbsp; It's like the sound slips a knot in her head, the last doubts, last shred of what her former master might have thought tears with it.<br><br>Her legs entwine with Xen's, she lifts the thigh the elf is riding slightly to give her a better angle for both to move against, plants the foot against the cot to brace them.&nbsp; She might want to say something, to gasp, to moan, but that means breaking the kiss and she will not do it.&nbsp; Her white hands roam from Xen's hair to her goloriously muscled ass, back up and down again, missing no bit of skin on the barbarian's neck, back and flanks as they move.<br><br>The other woman taking the lead, demanding the lead in fact doesn't bother her.&nbsp; Aeryn is used to that.&nbsp; But this time the Healer has chosen such, and that makes every bit of difference in the world.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ender's Island Behind Closed Doors (IC smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 21:33:43</strong>
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				Aeryn's hands light little bonfires in Xen's body.&nbsp; The elven woman's braids, heavy with their simple decorative bands, rustle softly along her neck and the pillow as her kisses move from mouth to ear to neck, her tongue and lips taking turns seeking the tender places of her skin.&nbsp; The elf's bottom tenses and relaxes at the bold touch, every inch of her skin seeming sensitive and alight for more.&nbsp; Her hands steady herself on Aeryn's arms while she dips her face lower, kissing under the woman's chin and at the cleft of her collar bones.&nbsp; Hot breath spills over the skin of her pale upper breasts, and then a warm, wet mouth-- As she kisses a slow-tightening spiral around one of the healer's breasts, she begins to grind the thigh that Aeryn's offered between her legs, riding the warm soft flesh and hard muscle and bone.&nbsp; She emits a low groan and begins to&nbsp; ride the thigh, as an animal in heat, or an exploring girl who first discovers her body's secret pleasures.&nbsp; <br>Spreading one hand, a long caress of the underside of one breast as she kisses and laps tenderly at the other... soon, the hand has strayed lower, and as the elven girl's lips and teeth part to encircle and suckle at the a pert nipple, she steadies Aeryn's body and parts her thighs, grinding her pelvis against her hips as a man might mount a woman.&nbsp; She grinds into their hips, savoring the splay of Aeryn's thighs, her exposure and willingness... the sweet supplicance of a lover in the throes of need.&nbsp; <br>Xen releases the nipple with a graze of her teeth and a trailing swipe of her tongue, then watches for Aeryn's reactions as she uses her strong hands and arms to lift the girl's hips against her... she queezes Aeryn's thigh with her own legs as she fans her fingers over the pale lower belly, working them over the soft gold curls.&nbsp; Her mouth is slightly open, white teeth gleaming between full lips as she begins to stroke and caress Aeryn's sex.&nbsp; Abandoning her own pleasure, she moves swiftly and expertly lower and between those legs to provide herself access to the girl's sex.&nbsp; "Is this what you want?" she asks breathily, her hands beginning to knead the sensitive flesh and lightly rub the VERY sensitive flesh, not rushing, but allowing Aeryn to savor it, to ease into the sensation of her full efforts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ender's Island Behind Closed Doors (IC smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 22:03:29</strong>
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				"Yes.&nbsp; Yes, please yes."&nbsp; A half moaned whisper as Xens mouth begins moving down, down her throat, down to her chest, closing so slowly closing on her breasts. the healer lifts sideways eagerly offering a nipple to the questing mouth adn grunting happily when the gift is drawn in with hot wet suction.&nbsp; Warm wet pull at her bresat, slippery friction against her leg, her own hands ceaselessly stroking the elven woman's back, occasionally grazing the copper skin with her nails,&nbsp; Aeryn is eart-hammeringly aroused, and yet at a strange sort of peace as she croons to the woman on her leg, mouthing her bosom.&nbsp; And that stealthy hand drifting lower and lower.<br><br>Xen surprises her, though.&nbsp; the sudden press of their hips closer together, the shift to ride the human woman's thigh just a bit closer to the torso, and the sudden broad warm pressue of a hard muscled thigh against her own sex, too much for the partial detachment Aeryn was feeling."Xen!" She gives a sharp cry and her arms tighten around her partner as the human's own hips begin to rock.&nbsp; And yet again the elf catches her off guard and long fingers begin to play with her folds. <br><br>"Gods, Gods, no-nobody asks me that, Xen, nobody"&nbsp; She reaches up to run ringers along the barbarians cheek, then grips the back of the woman's head while raising up on one elbow.&nbsp; "They just ta-take wh' they, oh yes yes this is what I want, yes."&nbsp; word stop with a hot deep kiss.&nbsp; Aeryn is whimpering slightly, her eyes are tightly closed. Tears are squeezed out of both of them to trail down her cheeks as she moves even faster against Xen's body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ender's Island Behind Closed Doors (IC smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 22:37:01</strong>
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				Lost in the moment, Xen grinds her lowerbody against Aeryn's and works her hands fiercely-- no longer content to explore, she seems utterly focused on providing pleasure for the healer's body, her own dusky cheeks flushing with passion and exertion.&nbsp; She works her fingers deftly, her body steady and confident with each grinding&nbsp; stroke, and then she shivers perceptibly and groans as she savors the growing spikes of physical pleasure.&nbsp; Enraptured by Aeryn's enthusiasm and her returned effort, Xen is enticed to madness.&nbsp; The wet slip of her fingertips along Aeryn's sex and the firm pressure of their bodies colliding-- all spiraling to one focal point between Aeryn's legs-- overwhelm the rough-hewed girl and she looses her desires completely toward helping Aeryn reach her own.&nbsp; <br><br>She returns the kiss feverishly, but though passion consumes her she cannot bear to close her eyes and lose herself to the sensation-- she watches the young woman, raised up on her elbow as she is, and steadies her with the one hand that is not performing very, very important work at the moment.&nbsp; As they grind together, their mouths mere inches apart, they find a rhythm that crecendos and urges them both on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ender's Island Behind Closed Doors (IC smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 22:45:38</strong>
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				Aeryn tries to fight for control, but it slips through her mental fingers as her body simply cuts her mind out of the loop and moves as it will.&nbsp; She tenses, then more as her movements speed, the grip a the back of Xen's head becomes fingers twisting in hair, the tension becomes an almost literal lockup of muscles as she begins to quiver, then tremble, then whole body shudders, one, two, three of them roll through her from toes to head. <br><br>"Xen."&nbsp; Not a scream, not a whisper, a softly whimpered word as she releases with a spasmodic clench of the arm around the elven woman's back, the hand at the back of her head, then the Healer sags back onto the cot, her eyes rolled up in her head.&nbsp; But she is not quite out of it.&nbsp; She still holds the barbarian loosely, still keeps one leg angled and braced as the copper skinned woman moves against the thigh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ender's Island Behind Closed Doors (IC smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 23:15:05</strong>
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				Not missing a moment, the the barbarian's body strains, drives, and yields in synch with the waves that wash through the lovely woman with whom she is entangled in a lovers' knot.&nbsp; Xen's climax comes but a few second after, as she squeezes Aeryn's leg between her thighs-- her riding rhythm, much like one on a horse, gives way to a few clenching spurts of blissful agony as her whole long-muscled body tenses, spasming and clenched in a crashing wave.&nbsp; Though her mouth is open and silent, and her rapid breathing sounds become audible and girlish, she suddenly stiffens and cannot move.&nbsp; A moment later a cry breaks from her throat, more tender and vulnerable than any sound she ever made of a battle wound, before she shivers, closing her eyes, and suddenly relaxes.<br><br>Aeryn can smell something like citrus and musk, and her thigh is damp with effort's sweat and lovemaking's leavings.&nbsp; The elf stares down at the pale-skinned beauty, catching her breath audibly, and squeezes her thighs together again, giving herself an 'aftershock' of pleasure that causes her to sniffle and gasp, before she collapses alongside her new lover.&nbsp; Panting breaths spill over Aeryn's cheeks as Xen kisses the dampness around her eyes, wiping tears with her lips as if to comfort or savor... perhaps both.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ender's Island Behind Closed Doors (IC smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 23:53:31</strong>
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				"That was exactly what I wanted.&nbsp; Come here."&nbsp; Aeryn pulls the elf closer and kisses her again. Soft, slow, lingering and sensual.&nbsp; She blinks past more than a few strands of now-loose hair and snuggles even closer to nuzzle the stronger woman's throat, her slowing gasps of breath pulsing against her partner's throat.&nbsp; "I know you came, I could feel it, but was that what you wanted?"&nbsp; The healer had one arm wrapped around Xen's shoulders, the other swept across her body with slow broad palm strokes. She gets an odd look in her eyes, then laughs out loud.<br><br>&nbsp;"I'm a free woman now.&nbsp; This is the first time In years that I've held in my arms somebody whom I wasn't in some way compelled to hold."&nbsp; She kisses the elf again, a light brush of lips against lips as the human turns a bit and hugs one of Xen's legs between her own.&nbsp; "And I find myself....No.&nbsp; I don't want to go down that path just yet."&nbsp; Aeryn grins at the barbarian.&nbsp; "So, now that my body has said thank you for pulling me off the beach, thank you for not giving me to that red bas- that red man and your body just said very convincingly you're welcome, where does that leave us?"&nbsp; It was said in a very light tone, but the look in the healer's eyes is very intent on the answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ender's Island Behind Closed Doors (IC smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 02:06:43</strong>
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				With glassy eyes and deep breaths, Xen studies Aeryn and listens.&nbsp; Laughing softly, she strokes Aeryn's face with one long-fingered hand, then kisses her cheek more playfully than before.&nbsp; "I wanted <i>you</i>," she says, presenting her bare form with no shyness for Aeryn's touch.&nbsp; "A free woman..?&nbsp; Were you married...?"&nbsp; her voice trails off as she thinks it through.&nbsp; "You were a slave."&nbsp; With a soft catch of her breath, fury lights up her eyes, and her bare body goes stiff and ready.&nbsp; Aeryn can feel the elf's pulse quicken, but she says nothing.<br><br>She listens more, the fresh recollections of the vision of Aeryn's face and body in her throes softening the rage... "I'm sorry, I... don't like slavers."&nbsp; She shakes her head, laughing softly, and strokes her fingertips along the woman's alabaster skin to trace the muscles beneath the skin, drawing a line down her shoulder and arm to trace the fragile bones of her wrist.&nbsp; Xen's lips curl at one corner into a coy smile then.&nbsp; "Were does it leave us...?"&nbsp; <br><br>She kisses the young woman's mouth again, then again.&nbsp; She doesn't know how to articulate what she's felt... her body's want was one thing, but she could have quelled that thirst any number of ways... she wanted Aeryn to want <i>her</i>, and she wanted Aeryn.&nbsp; Her, not someone like her.&nbsp; <br><br>Sighing softly, she rests her cheek against the healer's breast and kisses the flesh she can reach.&nbsp; She meets the girl's eyes again.&nbsp; "It leaves us <em>free</em>, Aeryn."&nbsp; She stares on, not breaking the held gaze.&nbsp; Her wordless gaze holds tales of wants and needs and longing, loneliness and youthful desire.&nbsp; "I will stay close by you."&nbsp; She, then, is the one who seems distant, and her fingertips leave Aeryn's wrist and touch the wall, its confining presence.&nbsp; "But this is your world... their numbers will keep you safe, will they not..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ender's Island Behind Closed Doors (IC smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 02:58:53</strong>
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				"You wanted me, you've got me."&nbsp; The healer sighs happily and drowsily enjoys the gentle fingers stroking her face.&nbsp; Not a maternal touch, but a caring one.<br><br>"I was a slave."&nbsp; Aeryn confirms, and quickly stirs in alarm at the anger she senses in Xen.&nbsp; <em>Angry at me? </em> Some people get odd reactions when she talks about her recent past.&nbsp; <em>No, she's angry for me</em>.&nbsp; "Well, I certainly don't like them either!"&nbsp; Her tone goes distant "A slave ship last year,"&nbsp; Her voice her face are utterly blank of expression "There was a revolt, a shaman who wasn't identified as such led it, he didn't have a spell supressing collar on. They broke free, killed most of the crew, ran the ship aground.&nbsp; they got away, all of them.&nbsp; Healing the surviving slavers was a hard thing to do.&nbsp; But I did it.&nbsp; Anybody who comes to me for help will get it.&nbsp; But sometimes I give it with gritted teeth." <br><br>&nbsp;Aeryn is going to sleep.&nbsp; The rush of energy from their lovemaking has faded, the warm glow remains, Xen is holding her close, the human snuggles in more tightly "They did something to my mind. I can't remember much of anything before I was taken.&nbsp; I remember the stench of rotting blood, the coldest hand you can imagine pulling my head back, two sharp little pains in my throat.&nbsp; Free.&nbsp; My body is free now, but will I ever regain my mind?"<br><br>She wakes up slightly when the barbarian lays on her breast and smiles "Thank you.&nbsp; I want you to stay.&nbsp; I will stay with the fort as long as I am needed, but then, well.&nbsp; Safety is overrated."&nbsp; Her smile turns somewhat bitter. " I was very safe as a slave in some ways.&nbsp; When I wasn't being Loaned out to one of my former master's friends, I suppose I have never been safer."&nbsp; &nbsp;She gives the elf an odd look then says "Let me show you something."&nbsp; She scans the wall by the bed and pulls down a small dagger from its' mount.&nbsp; A quick precise movement and a drop of blood wells from her fingertip.&nbsp; She rubs thumb and fingertogether to wipe away the blood.'.and the small cut closes as Xen watches.&nbsp; "I heal very quickly.&nbsp; Even without conscious effort on my part small hurts like this just, just go away.&nbsp; When you found me on that beach, had I any sunburn, fish bites, abrasions, bruises?&nbsp; No."&nbsp; She cups Xen's cheek and continues "Anything that no more than marks my skin, within a day it's as if it never happened.&nbsp; That made me very very popular with those whose tastes run to, to damaging their partners."<br><br>&nbsp;She isn't smiling at all now and her eyes are as empty as the dark between the stars.&nbsp; "Don't hurt me, Xen.&nbsp; I'll do anything you want, anything at all, because I want to not because I have to.&nbsp; But pain, no.&nbsp; I'm not talking about a little nip here and there, nails down the back,&nbsp; that's just good dirty fun."&nbsp; A small spark of humor returns to her eyes, but fades almost at once. "You know what I mean.&nbsp; I see it in your eyes."&nbsp; Sleep is surging through her once more, and this time it will not be denied.&nbsp; She is out in seconds, a soft buzzing snore escapes her from time to time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ender's Island Behind Closed Doors (IC smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 03:29:13</strong>
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				Xen watches her as she speaks, and when she hears of the wounding... this close, Aeryn can actually feel her heart quicken as her rage flares.&nbsp; It is a powerful thing... surely a healer for battle has seen such rage before, but the elven woman contains it.&nbsp; For the moment.&nbsp; At the healer's request, to not hurt her?&nbsp; She softens again, her eyes imploring Aeryn's.&nbsp; The thought of hurting Aeryn herself, perhaps overly zealous in the throes of passion?&nbsp; Hell, once she'd almost crushed a half-orc's head between her thighs, but... well, she was more mature than that now, right?&nbsp; It was a little terrifying.&nbsp; She watches as the girl drifts off to sleep, an answer still hanging unspoken on her lips.&nbsp; <br><br>Stroking gently with her fingertips, she savors the warmth of Aeryn's skin once more, drinks her in with her eyes, and kisses her cheek.&nbsp; She then rises, drawing a blanket to the sleeping girl's breasts, and dresses hurriedly.&nbsp; She opens the door, steps into the sunlight, and closes it behind... she sits, her armor once again heavy on her form... and places her back to the doorjamb.&nbsp; Her axe whistles softly as she spikes it into the ground at her left side.&nbsp; From her pack, she draws out her waterskin, and takes a long quaff of it... her body still thrums with the memory of such pleasure, and she idly hopes that the armor will keep it within.
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