In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke
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				Title: <strong>In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 04:23:28</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 04:38:00</strong>
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				The night had seemed to stretch forever, deep and surprisingly perfect in ways she hadn't known she had needed. Her cheeks heated at the memories of just what had passed even as she wove her way through the sithern. It was a marvel she could walk really, after all she and the Shadow King had done, it made her a bit giddy, pleasure and pain still lingering in her body and leaving her mellow as she hummed faintly to herself and the hallways shifted and altered around her. It wasn't odd anymore, it was responding to her, to her magic and she realized it was about time that she embraced that rather then reject it, certainly Cernnerous embraced the power of his sithern. But was this one really hers?<br><br>The blond shook her head at herself, discarding the thoughts in favor of staying in her pleasure haze, her midnight sky eyes taking in the details of the hallway only absently as she instead brought back the memories, the sensations of the night before. Dawn had never had a man treat her like that before. He had promised to make her scream, to take her into his darkness and he had, until she had lost all thought but pleasure. Cernnerous had not disappointed in the least; unlike most of the other men in her life. She was weary of them, of Connal and his brooding and possessiveness that was not at all Pure like, of Roarke being so sure she needed to be coddled, worshiped, of the others, less attached to her but no less sure that they knew what she should be doing or how to do it. Who she always seemed to disappoint or shock to some degree or another. They loved her, they saw her as their hope but they didn't accept her, just the Princess. Goddess, she didn't even want to be a princess. <br><br>Dawn didn't need to pause in front of the doors to her rooms, they opened without her having to touch and silently shut behind her after she moved through them. She glided through the sitting rooms, the dining room and the studies that had been so beautifully appointed for her and her people; she would miss the space and beauty of this place but she felt her idea of returning to DC was a good one, for all of them. She didn't pause to look at the other bedrooms as she moved down the hallway that contained them; this was where her guards and handmaiden's slept and she wanted silence and privacy. None of her people were likely to be overly happy about her laying with the King of the Wild Court, also known as the Slaugh, the Host. She had quiet enjoyed her time with the Lord of the Slaugh though, and did not yet want to feel guilty for that. Her bedroom opened and she slipped inside, holding the robe she had donned to go to the King around her with a slight smile on her face. He had been so thoughtful in retrieving it for her after...she had thrown it away earlier in the night to escape him during the 'hunt'. The grey silk had blood on it, though the wound on her arm was quiet healed by the time the sun had come to call. <br><br>Her soft smile, the languor in her body, both vanished as she stiffened and her eyes widened at the sight of Roarke waiting for her. Hurt filled her then, a bitter taste as she remember the night before, the ball, before she had gone to the other sithern. He had been dancing with another woman, a goblin she believed, thought beautiful in a deadly way. Had he even noticed that she had left the ball? Dawn wasn't the jealous sort, she had encouraged her guards to take other lovers but being forgotten hurt, especially by him. She drew her dignity around her, her eyes going cold and removed; more then she had ever been before with him.<br><br>"May I help you Roarke?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 05:30:31</strong>
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				He sat on the dressing stool that ran along the foot of her bed, dark circles under his eyes and a slightly wane look about him.&nbsp; In truth his body had wanted nothing more than to find and collapse in his bed once he'd gotten free of that she-goblin.&nbsp; His shoulder was sore and the mark of her teeth was still bloody there, as were the scratches on his back.&nbsp; His dark clothing was loose and open about him and he slipped forward to drop to his knees and look down at her feet.&nbsp; "I'm sorry."&nbsp; Hours to think about how to explain and beg forgiveness fled at the sight of her, leaving him only the plain truth of those words.&nbsp; "I disgraced you you at the Ball and allowed myself to be swayed.&nbsp; I was becoming afraid some treachery had befallen you while I was so distracted."
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 05:40:12</strong>
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				Dawn drew back when he knelt before her, hurt flashing in her eyes at the sight of the marks that teased around his open clothing, blood on his skin. He had let another mark him with teeth and nails, when he had never let her, or marked her as his. Never. Bitter pain felt like a knife in her heart, jealousy, but she ignored it, instead focusing upon the memory of the hours she had just spent, full of pleasure and the darker delights that had been denied her for so long. His simple words did touch her, soften the anger inside her heart some.<br><br>"You did what you thought best Roarke. I merely did the same, no cause to worry." Her words were stiff, proper. She moved forward, around him, working to remain cool and withdrawn. "I merely hope you did not make any promises I may have to keep. Though the night I passed has garnered me something to forward the goals you think I should seek. And I found my own goals, desires met as well."
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 05:45:34</strong>
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				"I made no promises," he answered, turning but not rising yet as he watched her walk past.&nbsp; <br><br>As the initial concern ebbed, the realization of what must have kept her from her chambers sank in.&nbsp; And as it did, a strange pang blossomed inside him.&nbsp; He shook his head at her statement though.&nbsp; "No, it wasn't what I thought best.&nbsp; I danced with her seeking to sway her thinking.&nbsp; Then I... I don't know what came over me." 
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 05:54:19</strong>
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				Safely around him she made for her vanity and its mirror, as if she were meaning to tend to a few things before going to bed. The blond perched on the edge of her vanity stool, trying to hide her hurt beneath a simple polite court mask; the one they had all so encouraged her to learn. Dawn struggled to just be polite though if she were honest she wanted to hurt him, just as he had her. For once she let herself be petty then, taking in a deep breath first. He had seen her nude before and so carelessly she shrugged her shoulders, letting her robe slip from around her shoulders and pool on the seat. <br><br>The caress of the silk felt sinful against her bruised, wounded, welted and abused skin. Its fall bared her back to him, marked with bites so hard they blossomed into bruises around teeth marks and other marks of passion; the rake of the Shadow Kings nails had left welts, and those two things were only the least of her collection now. <br><br>"That is reassuring then." Was all she said in response to his first comment.<br><br>The girl glanced at him, eyes holding a bitter laughter in them that she could not conceal. "Seems you are the one who can not fight magical allure, not me." 
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 06:01:21</strong>
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				He watched her as she moved to take her seat.&nbsp; Her words barely registered as Roarke's eyes widened at the sight of her bared skin.&nbsp; Despite his usual talent for guarding his expressions, his face showed the rush of pain and dark jealousy that welled up inside him.&nbsp; He looked away, trying to regain his composure as he forced his voice to some semblance of calm.&nbsp; <br><br>"Who?"&nbsp; <br><br>His voice cracked and failed before he could manage more and so he left that lone word as his question and drew a long breath instead as he tried to push everything back down that had had just erupted. 
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 06:03:59</strong>
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				Dawn looked away from him then, for all that he had hurt her she did not have in her heart to ruthlessly hurt him for more then a moment. It hurt her to see pain in his eyes. Damn him. Perhaps it was her mortal heart, the 'weak' part of her. She forced her hand to move, to pick up her hair brush and she lifted it to drag it through the mass of her starlight hair. <br><br>"The Lord of Shadows, King of the Slaugh, of the Wild Court. He was a wonderful dance partner last night and we enjoyed each other's company. So we agreed to seek more."<br><br>Was he just jealous? No, he hadn't been, not with the other guards. So was it that he wanted to mark her then? That he wanted to make her skin hold his actions in narrative? She could hope, but she feared he never would, he would never do anything to her that wasn't right for his perfect delicate princess. Who she wasn't. She wasn't his ideal, she wasn't Connal's Caer, she wasn't...she wasn't so many things. And Goddess, that hurt, it really did. "Not that I suppose you would mind, after all I was only...swaying him."
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 06:09:01</strong>
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				Roarke turned back as she answered, more in control but still clearly feeling something powerful.&nbsp; Then he rose, not sure how to answer and so he remained quiet as he walked to her.&nbsp; His hand lifted slowly until he touched one of the marks and traced the curve of it lightly.&nbsp; The marks seemed all the more startling in contrast to her perfect skin.&nbsp; <br><br>"Did you... did you find his dance in private as wonderful?" he asked in a soft voice, "Or was it something you allowed for the sake of his favor?"
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 06:11:15</strong>
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				Her hairbrush stilled, dropping to her lap as she stared at him in the mirror. Looking at the face of the first man she had found herself loving here, in this world where nothing made sense she wondered if they made any sense to each other. When he touched her she shivered, remembering the moments spent in the bed of the Slaugh King, her body still loose from them. Her throat worked, eyes gleaming a little in the early morning light. <br><br>"I did." The words were whisper's and simple, she was merely speaking the truth, nothing more. Her gaze lowered, away from the face of her lover. <br><br>"It was for him, and for me, it was for politics and for desire of it. It was all of those, and I would go to him again if he asked it, and he said he would, for he was nothing other then himself, and gave me the same pleasure in that moment." she turned her head and looked at him then, her eyes filled with her pain, and laden with so many questions. "And for those moments, I was not a princess...I simply was."
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 06:18:24</strong>
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				Roarke was still, save for his fingers moving now from one point to another across her skin, mapping each place where her perfection was broken.&nbsp; He felt his desire and need welling up now, his dreams and fantasies of her... <br><br>"I'm glad for that," he said after several long moments, "And I'm sorry...."&nbsp; Sorry that he hadn't believed her when she'd all but begged him to treat her as a woman rather than a princess.&nbsp; Or was he sorry that it had been another who had done what he'd dreamed of doing?&nbsp; Perhaps it was both... He leaned down and reached for the brush, taking it from her lap and lifting it to her hair to resume the brushing she'd stopped.&nbsp; He wasn't exactly sure what he was feeling or what he wanted to say to her, so he focused on that act of simple intimacy.
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 06:21:42</strong>
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				Dawn surrendered the brush to him, unsure of what she was feeling on what lay in his eyes. Her body shivered for each slow caress over the marks of red and bruising on her skin, a soft sigh parting her lips. Would he touch her like she knew he thought about now? Like he craved? Now that another had done so and proved that she was not made of glass? <br><br>She hoped so. When the brush moved through her hair at first she stayed silent, hands clasped before her and eyes downtrained. "I am thankful you do not begrudge me pleasure where I find it but...I want to know. Which is it you fear Roarke? What you would do if I could take it?"
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 06:33:24</strong>
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				He continued to brush her hair gently and carefully.&nbsp; The softness of her hair teased his fingers and scent of her caught his nose.&nbsp; But if not for the way his eyes met her own in the mirror when she spoke it might have seemed as if he'd not heard her as he remained silent.&nbsp; Her hair's tangles gave way to the brush and he lowered his hands at last.&nbsp; <br><br>"I would never begrudge you any pleasure," he said softly, "You are my princess... What I fear is what I desire.&nbsp; I am but a mongrel, I can be yours, body and soul and heart.&nbsp; But you cannot be... mine." 
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 06:37:00</strong>
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				At first she thought he was not going to speak, that another long silence would stretch and fill up some part of their bond. <br><br>How much love had been there after that first wonderful moment of realizing it? And how much had been strained by what neither of them would dsay? And then her spoke and she jerked as if struck at his words, a hand coming up to push him away as tears sparked in her eyes. <br><br>"Oh...I can't? But I can be for one night the Lord of Shadow's, I can belong to the Seelie, to this world I find little to love in, but I can't be yours? You who I have said I love, who I have offered myself to over and over?" She turned on him, her skin shinning, flushed with anger, her magic rising in her unbidden. <br><br>"I can't take it anymore Roarke, I can't. You are you, not a mongrel, not any less then me, then anyone, you deny us both...you deny the love that could be..and I can't bare it." Tears coursed over her cheeks and she strode past him angrily, to the windows, giving her back as the sunlight poured over her and she tried to draw some sort of reassurance from it. She hated this, hated being melodramatic, hated feeling so damn trapped. She cared for Connal, she knew that, he had been there in her dreams for so long, she lusted for and felt a deep attraction with the Wild King, and there was affectionate and interest with a few of her other guards but Roarke...he was different, he was something else. But what that something else was would never matter because he wouldn't let it.
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 06:53:55</strong>
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				Roarke moved only enough to let her pass.&nbsp; His face dropped as she spoke and as she moved angrily to the window.&nbsp; His hands itched to stop her, to grab her and hold her and use the raw strength of his body to keep her close.&nbsp; He turned slowly and fixed his eyes on her shimmering back, brighter even than the sunlight spilling in around her.&nbsp; <br><br>"I do love you," he said as he took a step closer, "You were not his, not even for the night.&nbsp; You went to him and you gave yourself to him and took pleasure in it.&nbsp; For a time your body was his perhaps, but not the rest of you.&nbsp; And until you are Queen and make things different, I AM a mongrel and the courts would never allow themselves to be ruled by a queen that was herself ruled by a half-breed of low birth.&nbsp; That's the truth and you know it as well as I do.&nbsp; You cannot be mine the way I would have you, wholly and completely mine and mine alone."<br><br>He paused and shifted as those words lingered in the air.&nbsp; "There... There I've said it.&nbsp; I am jealous of every hand that touches your skin that isn't mine.. of every meeting of breath or lips with another... I dream of having you as my mate." 
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 17:40:50</strong>
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				Her hands pressed against the glass in fists, she wanted to beat at it, to beat at all that this golden gilded cage that surrounded her was. But she could not be free of it, not with the awakening of her Pure self. And his words, they hit into her, love, he loved her but he denied them. His words, they were for politics, for positioning. <br><br>Dawn closed her eyes, feeling her lashes heavy and spiky with tears as she rested her forehead against the glass, listening to the deep voice of her lover. "I do not even want to be the Princess as i have been made to be. Why should I aspire to be Queen? Why not Azrael? Would she not serve? Why must I do what I have no wish for, I do not want the things the fae presses upon me, I fear them, I am not ready. And I want to be yours...and you say I can't." <br><br>She wept then, pressed against the glass, her pale skin and starlight hair caught in the sunlight and she glowed, like a fallen star. He told her the things she had hoped to hear, but they only hurt, they only made reality that much more painful. "Why isn't just love enough?"
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 05:51:35</strong>
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				He moved closer, the tears in her voice making him ache deep inside.&nbsp; Gently, he lifted his hands to rest lightly upon her shoulders.&nbsp; "The very fact that you do not wish it as she does is the reason," he answered softly.&nbsp; His hands tightened on her shoulders slowly, griping them and then pulling her from the window to gather her close.&nbsp; He drew her back against his chest and wrapped his arms around her slender form. 
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 05:57:00</strong>
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				Her elegeant shoulders slumped when he touched them, weary, worn. All the peace that she had taken from her encounter with the Wild King was gone, spent with the anger and sorrow of their talk. <br><br>She did not want to be Queen, she was not ready to rule a people she hardly knew. Yet she did not fight him as his tight grip turned her from the golden window into his strong chest. Instead she melted into him, eyes pressed closely tight and hide her face against the plane of his chest that contained his heart, listening to its beat. "I can't be only a princess, not even for you Roarke...I need moments of time to let go." she talked into his chest, afraid to meet his eyes, to show him just how weak his perfect royal was, just how badly she chafed and broke beneath the yoke placed upon her. She was so afraid, afraid of loosing herself, of not being enough.
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 06:10:27</strong>
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				The satyr gathered her close and as she melted into his embrace his arms drew her tightly against him.&nbsp; "What would you be?" he asked softly, "If you were not a princess... not of royal blood... If you were free to truly choose to be whatever you desired... What would you choose to be?"&nbsp; Roarke continued to hold her close as he waited for her answer, hoping for and afraid of what she would say at the same time. 
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 06:12:38</strong>
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				She inhaled deeply the scent of him, letting it wash over her, through her. The blond raised her head to look up at him, the midnight sky of her eyes blazing with magic and love and lust, so many things, all together in the beautiful tricolor gaze that fixed on him. "I would be yours, simply that Roarke. Talking to you, touching to you, I feel more alive then in any other moment, even before my life led me here." Her cheeks filled with a blush then, Dawn was a practical, modern woman, and speaking of love and of such a depth of it was not something she had ever done before. The answer came so quickly, she didn't pause to second guess it, though she had been feeling very alive not that long ago as well. 
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 06:19:00</strong>
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				He nodded and meet her gaze, his lips curling in a smile but also trembling as he found himself unable to deny the truth he saw within those eyes and heard in her voice.&nbsp; He leaned closer and kissed her then, pressing his lips to her own deeply and hugging her close and tight to his body.&nbsp; As he drew back, his forehead touched her own and his lips brushed hers as he whispered&nbsp; "I know I must share you, but perhaps... perhaps it does lie within my power to make us both forget about everyone else while we're alone."
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 06:29:14</strong>
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				She glanced up at him, into those dark forest eyes that she knew and loved so well, the eyes that plauged her in many ways. When he kissed her she melted into him, lips parted and gasping in pleasure at the depth of it, at the pure pleasure of his lips taking hers as she melted into him, pressing closer. Her throat worked when he pulled away, her eyes fixed on him as they stayed so close to them <br><br>"Just for these moments please....let me forget everything but you and being yours." She smiled at him, squirming her nude body against his barely clad one playfully and slipping out of his arms, dancing toward the bed. She felt joy, tentative hope, so many things. "Tell me my lord, what would you wish of me? Surely you must be angry with these marks from another man on my flesh...will you lay your own claim?" she teased him, but begged him at the same time, wanting to know what he would do.
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 07:01:37</strong>
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				He turned to track her as she danced across the room, pleased by the smile upon her lips and in her eyes.&nbsp; But her words, half tease and half plea made him swallow as she turned just enough to flash the proof of her previous use.&nbsp; His mind flashed to the answer but for a moment he hesitated.&nbsp; Then he shook his head and pushed his lingering fears and doubts aside before he stepped closer.<br><br>"Perhaps I should take a belt to your back and obscure his marks..." he answered as he eased the black belt from his trousers and looped it to snap.&nbsp; It was a thin and lightweight belt, and he had no intention of laying it to her pretty skin hard enough to do more damage to it.&nbsp; But it snapped sharp and loud and just the suggestion of such a thing made his pulse race and his trousers tent with the proof of his desire to do such a wicked thing.
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 07:07:26</strong>
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				She stilled, stiffening at the look on his face, the mention of his belt, her body trembling. And the sound his belt made, it had her eyes dropping to it even as her throat worked, wondering if she had gone out of her depth already. She wasn't sure she was ready for that, but just the fact that he meant to do something made her dizzy with relief, that he would do what she needed, what they both needed, made her ached for him. <br><br>Her eyes widened, she bit her lower lip as her light flickered through, shy and uncertain with the memory of how he snapped his belt. Her eyes raked down his body, catching on the sight of his cock hardening in his pants. She licked her lips and shivered. "Not too far....but make me yours..." she slipped down onto her knees, gazing up at him. "Roarke...." she raised a hand, an offering, out to him. 
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 07:11:14</strong>
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				He could see the uncertainty in her and approached her unhurriedly.&nbsp; His eyes roamed her as his lips curled into a smile at the sight of her kneeling with her hand offered up to him.&nbsp; Pushing off the last of his fear, or at least burying it deep enough to banish it for the time being, he reached down to curl his fingers in her own and let his presence wash over her, confident in her willingness and hoping that his power might meld with her desire and give her what he could see now that she needed,... to be swept up and free to lose herself in passion however briefly.
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 07:12:39</strong>
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				As his hand took hers Dawn shivered and inhaled shakily, this is what she had wanted for so long, what she had longed for. And now, here it was before her and she wasn't sure she was ready. But Roarke would take care of her, she believed that. His magic was all around her, his power and she sank into it, letting her magic flare around her in welcome to him, in surrender. "I trust you Roarke...to guide me in what I do not know and to let me be yours."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 07:16:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt it as her magic yielded and his aura swept willingly and knowingly over her.&nbsp; It was a strange moment and he moved to hang the belt behind his neck to let the ends hang down against his chest while he reached down and ran his free hand through her hair slowly, gathering a fistful of it and tugging firmly to arch her head back.&nbsp; "You are the most precious of all things to me Dawn," he said to her, "More precious than even my own life.&nbsp; You are my treasure... my princess..."&nbsp; His voice dropped lower to a deep whisper as he tugged a little more firmly while adding, "But right now, all that matters is that you are mine..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 07:18:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dawn could not draw her eyes away from him, not now. <br><br>She had never expected this, to come back to her room and find him, to fight and cry and then this. Sweet Goddess, Danu must be real, to have heard her prayers and answered them. If she was going to be forced to be a Princess, a High Queen&nbsp; she would beg for things in return, like Roarke. He was a blessing to her. When his hand ran through her hair she smiled, expecting just a tender touch but he didn't, his fingers tugged and she gasped as her neck arched for him, her heart racing at the tight, commanding hold. <br><br>Her body flared to life, eyes shinning, the outer most ring the dark navy of the night sky at midnight, wrapping around a soft blue silver, the color that edged a full moon's glow and then the pure blinding white of starlight, or the moon. And they shone for him and him alone in that moment. And his words, they touched her heart as surely as his hands touched her. A soft, tender smile touched her lips, but when his voice went lower and his hand in her hair made her whimper, trembling. His, yes, and her body was slick with the desire to know what that would mean in full even with the aches of her activities the night before. "Yours...yes...Yours" Her mind went blank, all the fantasy's, all the longings, gone and replaced simply by a wanton eagerness to be his, to let him use her as he would. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 07:30:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He continued to hold her silken hair, fingers curled in a fist with the golden flow spilling between them.&nbsp; His other hand shifted around her own, moving it to press her hand to the front of his trousers and curl her fingers around the length of him through that soft fabric as he smiled, seeing her let go of everything but desire and arousal.&nbsp; It was both a familiar sight to the satyr and a completely new one.&nbsp; In the dark court, he had seen many such expressions as a woman was overcome by his power, but it never like this, never without hints of fear... of anger... His hand moved her own, sliding it along him through his pants and then leaving it long enough to unfasten his trousers and bring her fingers to the heated and naked flesh of his cock. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 07:33:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her lips parted, tongue peeking out to wet them as she shivered, feeling his hand so controlling, so perfect. Her hand moved eagerly to cup him, to feel the hard shaft of his arousal, that was for her. She rubbed her hand against him, her fingers teasing along it against the pants, wishing to touch more. When his hand undid his pants she whimpered in delight at the sight of his naked flesh, her fingers greedily closing around his lenght, working up and down it. Her beautiful, glowing eyes, were slightly glazed over for him in lust. "Its not just your magic, Roarke I am yours by my own choice, remember that please...." And without any urgings she leaned forward and laid her lips agianst his cock in a sweet kiss, whimpering at the tugging it did on her hair. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 07:37:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Your own will," he echoed softly.&nbsp; As he leaned into her nuzzling kiss and returned it, he kept his hand in her hair to make her pull against his grip and make that sting of hair drawn tight mingle with her eager desire.&nbsp; She was so perfect... <br><br>"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known," he whispered huskily, "I need you Dawn... I want you..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 07:39:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dawn trembled as he moved against her, yelping at the yank to her hair, yet it was worth it, worth it to taste him against her lips. His compliment made her blush, flushing with pleasure. She pulled back, looking up at him with tears shinning in her beautiful eyes. "I never though to be that...not here, not in a land filled with so much beauty....thank you....how do you wish me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 07:46:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His grip in her hair relaxed and he stroked those soft waves instead.&nbsp; "Here my beauty..." he told her as he moved to ease down onto the dressing seat once more and patted his lap, "Lay yourself across my lap my pretty and offer up your soft rear for me.&nbsp; I want to warm it so when I take you you can feel my hips slapping against you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 07:50:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shivered, looking at him, the blond's eyes focused on him, filled with an overwhelming need to please him, to show him that she could be simply Dawn, simply his, even for a stolen moment. His words and gesture of summoning she responded to, her pale glowing cheeks blushing at the idea of laying her body over his lap like a child. But he asked it of her and so she gave, draping herself obeidantly over his lap, baring her ass to him, glowing softly just like the rest of her. "I would offer up anything you ask my lord..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 07:53:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roarke helped her settle into position, resting his hand upon her rump and squeezing it playfully.&nbsp; His other hand slipped between their bodies, worming its way to her slick womanhood and easing between those folds to seek and press against her sensitive pearl.&nbsp; Once he felt that tender nub he rubbed it lightly as his other hand drew back and popped her rear.&nbsp; The swat was light, mostly sound and a shifting of her to make her body rub and press against his other hand.&nbsp; Satisfied that he was properly ready to insure each blow was felt in both her rear and her sex, he began to swat her ass cheeks steadily, moving his hand back and forth to warm them evenly and make her jerk and grind against his fingers. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 07:55:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Desire moved through her, thick and heavy at the feel of his hand on her ass, at the tight squeeze upon the taunt flesh. She shivered and bit her lip, feeling how just plain right it was to be like this to him, to surrender like this and perhaps have him punish her for laying with another. <br><br>Sidhe were not jealous, she had been told that over and over, but she was glad, that Roarke could be, even just a little. When his fingers found her sex she moaned out in delight, squirming into it as he teased her clit. Dawn yelped though when his hand landed on her ass, shocked at first but delighted, a lover's sound for some unexpected plesasure. She squirmed on his lap, eager for more, pressing against his touch. The steady temp of the blows, felt on her skin and even in her pussy made her whimper in delight. It felt like each blow made her body throb and clench and she was wanton for him, pressing into his fingers, rubbing herself against them, into his hand. <br><br>She glowed beneath him, and through the moonlight of her skin the rosy pink of her ass glowed as he marked it with his hand prints, over and over and she panted and moaned her approval.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 07:58:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He beamed in his own growing pleasure, enjoying how her body awoke to his firm spanking, the skin warming as her sex grew hotter and wetter to his touch.&nbsp; "Oh yes," he groaned softly, "I can see you like this."&nbsp; His hand paused, squeezing her now well-spanked cheeks to massage the heat into her deeper.&nbsp; "Now just imagine how it's going to feel to have my hips slapping into you while I fuck you on your hands and knees my pretty girl..."&nbsp; The fingers underneath her sought out her cleft then and he plunged two of them into her, confident that she was more than aroused enough for them. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 08:01:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her breath hissed out of her lips when he cupped and squeezed her now red ass and her body throbbed for it, her desire leaking from her wet slit. She whimpered for him, at the image he painted for her, at the sound of his deep voice, at the feeling of his mastery over her. Yes, yes, this was what she needed. When he thrust two fingers into her she arched on his lap, writhing with a cry of pleasure, so slick he moved into her easily, though even two fingers stretched her taunt depths. Wantonly she rocked her hips into him. "Ro...Roarke.....Goddess....." her voice was hoarse with pleasure, the princess stripped bare to the woman who loved him, who worshipped him in her soul. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 08:07:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He cupped her sex and curled his fingers to stroke and tease her inside.&nbsp; His other hand resumed the spanking, adding a few more pops to her while she was impaled upon his fingers.&nbsp; But it was only a few slaps before he withdrew his fingers and eased her to roll over so he could cradle her close and lift her as he stood.&nbsp; He carried her to the bed and laid her out before him.&nbsp; The satyr smiled as he gazed down at her.&nbsp; "Now onto your hands and knees my pretty.&nbsp; Spread your knees good and wide and show me how ready that little pussy of yours is to be filled."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 08:09:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dawn moaned for him, rocking back into his fingers, into his hand, the pleasure and pain mixing within her in a heady combonation as she cried out. The aches of the night before only added to it. <br><br>"Yes..yes....oh..." she did not even hear herself, horse, husky with pleasure as he sent her closer and closer to that edge. At first when his hands had moved she whimpered, trying to figure out what had happened, and then she was in his arms, carried toward the bed. Dawn relaxed, the blond haired woman trusting him completely. She hissed, arching off the bed when her tender flesh touched the mattress before nodding and obeying him eagerly. The woman got onto her hands and knees, bowing her back to reveal her gleaming wet pussy, her body throbbing at the idea of him looking at her, so revealed before him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 08:16:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He reached out to run his finger along her pink sex and gather her moisture on the tip of it.&nbsp; He smiled as he lifted her nectar to his lips and cleaned his fingers with a noisily.<br><br>Then he climbed onto the bed behind her and reached to take her hips and hold her steady as he pressed close, his cock rubbing against her wet pussy as he pressed his hips to the back of her thighs and felt the warmth of her reddened ass against him.&nbsp; He moaned softly in pleasure and rocked his hips to bring the tip of his shaft to her folds.&nbsp; "Open yourself for me," he told her, "Spread yourself with your fingers and guide me inside that tight little cunny my pretty..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 08:19:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She trembled and whimpered at the teasing touch, wanting to press back into it but not quiet daring to do so, not yet. When she heard him taste her she moaned aloud for him, beyond words at the moment. The press of him against her ass, still so sore from his strikes drew a soft, low sound in her throat and she responded to him, eager, greedy, spreading her legs as he ordered at the feel of his cock so close to where she needed it. One hand moved to part her pussy lips, opening the flower of her body completely to him. "Yours....yours Roarke." And with that she gave herself to him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 08:25:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He groaned deeply as he pushed forward, sliding slowly into her tight body until his hips were once more pressing to the warm and hand-printed flesh of her ass.&nbsp; He held himself inside for a long pause, feeling her body stretch to accept his fullness and then his hips began to buck, drawing back slowly and then thrusting in fast and hard to slap loud and firm against her on each thrust. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 08:31:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Goddess he was so big, so thick. Her body pressed back into him, into the feel of his possession, the flare of pain from her tender backside only adding to the heady pleasure of him within her tight pussy. She whimpered, hands fisting int he blankets before her as she tried to brace herself and he took her, so deep and firm. Yelps, moans, whimpers, all mingled together as the panted for air and gave her willing body to him in sumbission, and so close, so blessedly close. "Please..please....please....oh Goddess please!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 08:37:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands gripped her firmly, sliding up from her hips to her sides to hold her steady as he continued to drive into her.&nbsp; When she pleaded, he slowed his thrusts, easing slowly into her and back out, long movements that drew him back until only the tip of his cock remained before filling her once more.&nbsp; "Not yet," he growled to her gasping plea.&nbsp; He drew her need out for a half dozen more of those tortuously slow strokes, groaning softly each time he pressed in.&nbsp; At last, he paused almost free of her and whispered, "You may cum for me now Dawn..." And as he spoke he resumed the previously rapid pace of his thrusts into her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 08:39:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roarke was taking her, was commanding her, and it was the perfection she knew it would be, to feel him inside her, driving into her body, thrusting so deep and then slower, teasing her as she was strung out on the edge. But his growled word made her obey and she whimpered, nearly weeping for the force of the release that welled within her. At the words of approval, of release she screamed, obeying instantly, eagerly, writhing like mad as his cock drove into her tight core, her body arching and convulsing, her climax gushing out around him until she slumped foward into the bed, panting weakly. "Ro...arke...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 08:46:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He followed her forward as she sagged forward, moving to stay deep within her.&nbsp; Once she'd sunk to the bed, he gathered her into his arms and eased them both onto their sides.&nbsp; He puled her close then, his arms wrapped tight around her as his cock remained throbbing inside her, the pounding of his racing pulse transferred from his shaft into her sensitive passage as he panted and waited for them both to catch their breath after her thunderous release. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 08:48:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dawn relaxed into his arms, whimpering sweetly at how deep he stayed inside her, so hard, so thick. She moaned for him, panting and rubbed herself back against him, trying to breath. "Yours Roarke....Goddess it feels so right, so good, doesn't it?" She could smell the faint scent of roses, the touch of some presence telling her this was needed, that they were needed together and she pressed into him. "Mark me, take me...please" she begged in her husky voice, the one that emeraged only in the midst of coupling. "Do...do you smell roses?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 08:52:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roarke nodded as he eased his arms tightly around her, crossing them over her chest and cupping her breasts in his strong hands as his hips moved him inside her in short motions now.&nbsp; "Yes," he murmured as he buried his face into her hair, finding it suddenly to be seemingly scented of roses.&nbsp; But it was her other plea that made him groan and rock his hips faster.&nbsp; He nuzzled through her hair to find the delicate arch of her neck and shoulder and kissed that soft flesh before taking her shoulder in his teeth and biting down upon it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 09:00:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She arched into his hands as he cupped her breasts, the mounds tender and aching for him, nipples hard peaks of desire. The jerking thrusts made her whimper and squirm, taking him so deep into her wet body that she could only gasp. She did not know what he said yes to, she did not think of it, it was to everything and nothing. And he was moving faster. When his teeth found the curve of her slender neck and then bit down on her she jerked in his arms, withering and screaming for him, climaxing once more in a heady rush, his name her cry. "Roarke!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 09:05:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Holding her so tightly and moving in her clenching sex as he tasted her sweet skin gripped in his mouth brought forth Roarke's own release.&nbsp; As she screamed his name, he groaned into her flesh as the heat of his release filled her.&nbsp; He let her shoulder slip free as her spasming body milked his release and coaxed a series of low moaning cries from his lips.&nbsp; "Dawn... my Dawn... Oh yes..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 09:07:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dawn moaned to feel him fill her body, to fill his release within her and she shivered, pressing into him even as his mouth released her flesh. He had marked her, her skin with his hands and teeth, and her very womb with his seed. It was as it should be, of that she was sure, and his words, of his words were what she had been longing to hear for so long. She let out a sigh of pure pleasure and lay, panting in the circle of his arms as thought and reality slowly stole back over her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 09:14:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lay, spent and breathing hard.&nbsp; His hold on her slowly relaxed as his cock softened and eased free of her.&nbsp; He rolled onto his back and drew her gently to curl against him and rest her head on his shoulder.&nbsp; One arm curled beneath her and held her while the other reached reached over to stroke her hair slowly.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 09:15:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moved with him, pressing close to him, not wanting to be parted even for the most slender of a fraction of the time they had together. Deeply she inhaled and then smiled, teasing, love and so much more in her voice. "Do you feel better now my love? I know I do...I know that I needed it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 09:21:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded as he held her close.&nbsp; "I do," he said softly, "I feel quite a bit better actually..."&nbsp; His roguish grin reappeared as he wriggled his hips slightly to brush his not completely soft shaft against her thigh.&nbsp; "I am glad I could give you what you truly needed, and I am sorry that I was too blind to see it sooner."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming - Confessions -- Dawn and Roarke</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 09:22:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dawn smiled, drowsy, spent in their love and laughed, a sweet, soft sound. "You did, before it was too late and it healed me...us....and I thank you for trusting me, us....I love you Roarke, throne bedamned. It is the truth and it will remain."
			</dd>
		</dl>
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