An ancient story
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				Title: <strong>An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>06-08-2013, 19:14:13</strong>
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				&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Eirene <br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 29<br><br><strong>Personality and background: </strong>As Greek society in ancient times viewed women as nothing more than child-bearers and housewives, confining them within the household, Eirene could easily be described as a rebel, hard to submit woman.&nbsp; For one thing, after the early death of her husband the household and all other properties had passed to her as they had no children and no other close relatives of the male gender.&nbsp; This inevitably led to controversy and a series of conflicts with her family, while most claimed that she should re-marry. Because of her beauty and newly gained wealth, finding suitors proved an easier task than usual. The problem remained with Eirene, who not only resented the idea, but who also found that women made better lovers than men even while she was still married. <br><br>She actually loved being with women more than she loved her estate and new found freedom, which is to say, a whole lot. Especially one girl which she couldn’t help but dream of at night and think about during the day. She had always been the one taking initiative, the dominant. It wasn’t very hard considering how submissive women usually were in those days. It’s not like she hated men, but Eirene never found one worthy of her interest even amongst the later suitors. Like most Greeks of wealth and fortune, she had a certain fondness for the arts, quickly gaining fame&nbsp; in her city for supporting the uprising artists. <br><br>Her home was also open to any woman who sought refuge from an abusive family life and although Eirene was more than happy to share her body with those she fancied, the mistress never asked the same in return. A good patron and a kind slave owner, albeit her harsh demeanor and high standards, the woman didn’t let anyone interfere in the affairs of her household. The rare times one could see her smile were usually in the bedroom and even there Eirene proved to be a control freak. Everything had to go the way she wanted, when she wanted and most of her casual lovers had nothing against it. At times, when the context demanded, the Greek mistress even applied punishments. There were rumors of course, some even blaming her for taking up the disgraceful Roman habit of indulging orgies, but the truth was that she never took more than one lover at a time.<br><br>Eirene’s biggest fault was that she tired quickly, none of her lovers actually being able of pleasing her more than a week or two. Until this one girl. It was for the first time that she fell in love and the feeling was so new and enciting, empowering even, that Eirene quickly grew addicted to it, as well as to the object of her affection. She thought the Gods were smiling upon her and which every passing day, Eirene felt as if she’ll never need anything else. Then he came into their lives, changing everything.<br><br>This is their story.<br><br><strong>Eirene’s Ons:</strong> tying and chaining another, pleasure control, intense foreplay, competition, forced submission <br><strong>Eirene’s Offs:</strong> anal, intense pain<br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>06-08-2013, 20:52:42</strong>
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				<em>Athens, 15 years earlier.</em><br><br><strong>"You should see where you are walking"</strong>, Orion complained loudly as two other teenage boys hit his both arms, causing a dozen of scrolls to fall to the floor. It was not an accident, but an act of provocation.<br><br>The poor Orion was lowering himself to catch the scrolls, when one of the boys came and kicked his butts. Orion lost the balance and his face touched the muddy path. All the other young Greeks did the same as their leader. <br><br><strong>"Swallow your words, Orion! We do what we want!"</strong>, the 15 year-old hunky Ephestus mocked at Orion. All the other boys laughed and decided to kick the scrolls away.<br><br><strong>"I hated these scrolls! Thank Zeus we are done with them!"</strong>, the equally strong Minur replied.<br><br><strong>"True, only the stupid Orion continues in the academia."<br><br>"This is because he is afraid of becoming a real warrior".<br><br>"Sissy boy, maybe we should sell you as slave"</strong>, Ephestus added as he stomped on Orion's lower back.<br><br>Minur grabbed Orion's hair and pulled it backwards - the tall, skinny Orion could not resist: he was weak and had no muscles at all. Orion was feeling humiliated, but he did not moan. Neither did he show any sign of pain. That was his last defense line: if he moaned in pain, he would loose all his dignity to his own eyes.&nbsp; It was not the first time that happened. Neither would it be the last time, the realistic Orion presumed. Somehow, he was resilient to his situation as nothing indicated any change ahead.<br><br>The gang was not stopping had not Plato arrived. The white-bearded Greek scholar was very respected, even among the young people, because he had educated three generations of the Athenians. and managed to stop the unfair aggression.<br><br><strong>"I am sorry for having ruined some scrolls"</strong>, Orion spoke sadly, avoiding direct eye contact with Plato, as he tried to stand up on his own feet. Helped by Plato, Orion began to pick the scrolls in silence: never had Plato witnessed on scene like that, even though the wise man then knew that sources of scratches and bruises in Orion's body. Athens was no longer the same since the Roman took it over and the old companionship among the fellow citizens was falling apart.<br><br><strong>"I think you should give more value to your physical education, Orion. This is the best way to defend yourself against the unfair aggressions"</strong>, Plato spoke while he picked up some scrolls. <strong>"It is natural to defend yourself."</strong><br><br><strong>"But once you spoke about the value of <em>corpore sanus in intelectus putrefatus</em>. I remember that ..."</strong><br><br>Before Orion could complete his sentence, Plato laughed. <br><br><strong>"Young Orion, I think you did not pay attention to the class very well. The Athenian belief is <em>mens sans in corpore sano</em>, not the contrary. I was just being rhetoric, using an <em>ad absurdum</em> argument.</strong>" Then, Plato enthusiastically lectured for long 30 minutes about the advantages of looking after the human body, the benefits for the health and intelligence. Orion did not believe he could have behaved in such a foolish ways just for having taken a brief nap during the theoretical part of the physical education classes. Fortunately, the scholar was so pervasive that Orion, who was refractory to any kind of exercise, went straight to the gymnasium after finishing his tasks.<br><br>Nevertheless, Orion stopped at a certain distance from the gymnasium. Both Ephestus and Minur were walking there. Worse than that, all the other bullies seemed to be together in the same place. Anticipating what would happen if he entered the gymnasium, Orion stepped back slowly. None of them were seeing Orion, but Orion feared them so much that the mere sight mad him behave hesitatingly. After some steps, he swallowed dry and ran desperately back to the academia.<br><br>Orion had wasted too much time and there was no way of going back. At least, not in Athens. Living there would be an endless humiliation and he could never recover. No parents, no family: everyone had perished when pirates ransacked the small village some kilometers from Athens during the last pirate raid before the Romans pacified the Egean Sea. In that same evening, Orion was accepted as a training sailorman in a small galley bound to distant lands, where he had never dreamed of going. <br><br>Interestingly, Orion was not sad. No material goods were left behind, no real friends would remain in Athens. He was just another lonely outcast living in Athens for pure charity of the noble people. All that he would bring was what he learned with Plato. Nothing more, nothing less. Sighing relieved, he boarded the small galley and looked Athens over his shoulders for a last time.<br><br>And Athena he did see. A girl of his approximate age, flourishing beautifully in the splendor of her teen years. Orion was always impressed by how the girls flourished for life earlier than boys, but that girl was different. For a moment, their gazes locked and he even thought she was Athena. That moment seemed to last for hours to the eyes of Orion. It did not though. Probably it lasted less than one second. Certainly, the girl did not have the same impression on Orion as she had on him. It did not matter. That girl's image would be the lasting image of Athens in the coming years.<br><br><strong>"Eirene, come here with your father! The harbor is a dangerous place for women"</strong><br><br>The magic moment was over. Orion' ship was leaving the harbor. Lots of work were waiting for Orion.<br><br>This is their story.
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				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>06-08-2013, 21:54:09</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://t1.ftcdn.net/jpg/00/43/23/42/400_F_43234238_DecHF7MHdq5gtVJrvzbtHPFmgsdRQ9cU.jpg)</div><br><strong>Age: </strong>22<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;How was Daphne to know as she stood with her aunt and uncle within the market square that with a glance her world, and later her heart, would never be the same? Although she had come to Athens from the countryside in order to meet suitors beneath her uncle's watchful eye she had so far had little interest in any of the men, finding little to no attraction. She had met and greeted them all, proclaiming how pleasant it was to meet each and every one of them yet on the inside she recoiled in distaste. Did the great city of Athens truly have so very little to offer? As time dragged on and her uncle had yet to choose a suitable husband for his only niece she was beginning to fear little attraction of either the physical or mental kind would be hand between herself and the man she would wed. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Attending the market with her guardians had become a luxury of sorts, almost a paradise away from the carefully concealed roaming eyes and cautious bartering. She had found walking along the marketplace a pleasure of sights and sounds, she would watch the bustle of bodies slipping with practiced ease between others as they went about their busy day and take in the smells around her: the warmth of baking bread, the freshness of water flowing from the fountain, the numerous expensive perfumes and body oils that could be traded for. She would happily sit on the fountain's ledge while her aunt and uncle roamed the square, stopping to talk to friends and acquaintances before moving on, and simply watch the world go by.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It was on that same ledge she sat when she first caught sight of the woman. Lean and graceful, she moved with infinite confidence in her step and each motion caught the crystalline blues of Daphne's gaze until she was ensnared completely. In the weeks to come things would grow between the two women, the shy young blonde would learn things about pleasure, submission, and most notably herself. Eventually, that tender love the two would blossom amongst themselves would be tested by a determined man.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;This is their story.<br><br><strong>Daphne's Ons:</strong> Submitting to another, Being tied and collared, Light pain, Giving pleasure<br><strong>Daphne's Offs:</strong> Dominating another, Severe pain
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				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>10-08-2013, 13:48:15</strong>
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				The sun was at its zenith, mercilessly hot, uncaring for the bustling crowd which filled Athens’ market that day. Unlike the good wives and daughters of the city that came to fill their shopping baskets accompanied by husbands, fathers or brothers, Eirene came with one of her female slaves. She planned on attending the Thargelia festival&nbsp; at Apollo’s temple later that night and for that occasion a new stola was required. She was now wearing a linen chiton of very good quality, befitting her status. It&nbsp; was a very long and very wide rectangle of fabric sewn up at the sides, pinned at the shoulders, and girded around the waist. Her chiton was wide enough to allow for sleeves that were fastened along the upper arms with pins. It was a floor-length garment and under it Eirene worn a soft band, known as a strophion, around the mid-section of the body.&nbsp; The fabric was intensely colored by natural dye and decorated with an intricate design of red and white. <br><br>The tailor she was seeing had his house at the end of the market on a relatively secluded street. The hot and humid air, the bustling streets and the fact that she left the task of acquiering a new stola on the last day added to Eirene’s irritation.&nbsp; There was nothing in particular she looked forward to in that day. The celebration was attended by most of Athens’ citizens, especially by men and they rarely took their wives or daughters with them. Also, the first day of the festival featured the cathartic rite of the pharmakos (scapegoat). One or two persons, male or female, were selected to be a scapegoat. They were usually criminals or outcasts, but occasionally an important person would sacrifice himself or herself for the city. The scapegoat was fed, led through town, then expelled from the city. In times of severe calamity, the scapegoat might be thrown off a cliff, cast into the sea, or sacrificed on a funeral pyre. The rite of the pharmakos cleansed the town and prepared for the new harvest. <br><br>It was in such a dry day that Eirene happened upon the most beautiful creature she had ever seen in her life. Daphne’s golden tresses, the innocent blue eyes, her slender frame couldn’t go unnoticed by the independent woman. It was as if Aphrodite herself took human form to roam the city of Athens.&nbsp; <br><br>“Mikara” she addressed the petite slave accompanying her “go and ask that young woman sitting by the fountain if she’s related to the Pelakios family and if they are attending the celebration tonight.” <br>The little woman refrained a smile knowing it was the mistress’ habit to come up with various excuses for meeting someone she liked. Mikara played well and approached the blonde beauty, bowing in front of her as soon as she reached the fountain.<br><br>“My mistress Eirene would like to know if you are part of the Pelakios family. She would very much like to meet you even if the answer is no, tonight at the celebration, should your esteemed husband or father allows it.”<br>Eirene stood further away, gazing with unmasked interest at the girl. Should Daphne look her way, she would find the woman’s gaze unflinching and perhaps a short nod as a greeting. <br><br>After that fateful night, when Eirene and Daphne finally met at Apollo’s celebration, exchanging words, glances and smiles, the young girl became a constant guest into Eirene’s house. It had been difficult at first to convince Daphne’s family to let her go accompanied only by slaves, after all, the Greek mistress was famed for her eccentric ways. Yet she was also famous amongst the artists and other patron’s of Athena’s city. <br>Daphne’s father allowed her to attend painting and sewing lessons, believing&nbsp; it will help his daughter to ‘catch’ a suitable, rich husband by polishing a woman’s natural talents.<br><br>And so it came that Eirene turned into a teacher and Daphne&nbsp; was her beloved pupil. The nature of their lessons however, remained a mystery, a delicious secret share between the two within the confines of Eirene’s home. With time, because the distance between their homes wasn’t a short one, Daphne’s father allowed her to sometimes stay over night. He truly loved his daughter and was happy to see her dedicated to the arts since Eirene came into her life.<br><br>The mistress on the other hand, she blossomed with life, falling more in love with each passing day. She also took it upon herself to mold Daphne into a strong, independent and cultured woman, one who would be able to stand up for herself in a world ruled by men. There was a spark of vitality and rebellion in Daphne which Eirene loved just as much as she loved her innocence and beauty.<br><br>It was in one of those nights that Eirene decided it was time for something new. She had gained Daphne’s trust well enough to allow her some control over her body and senses. First, the mistress blindfolded her beautiful lover, wrapping tightly a piece from one of the finest silks in her home around Daphne’s eyes. Caressing her jawline, she left the room briefly only to return with a strand of rope. Eirene could have easily asked the slaves to bring it and use it on Daphne’s creamy body as she demanded, but most times the woman loved to do things herself. The feel of the harsh rope on the palm of her hands, the anticipation of coiling it around Daphne’s delicate wrists, pulling it just enough so that her arms stretched comfortably above her head…every little detail was planned and laid out by the mistress.&nbsp; She approached her lover, tied up in the center of the room, just by the wrists for now. <br><br>“How do you feel?” Eirene asked, gazing at her full lips with a strong desire to kiss them. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>11-08-2013, 21:33:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTRKUSjDgurEWHsAKB-rJHL1dcuTlFBcTHoi1rKCRdAOwlmvJsSWQ)</div><em>Alexandria, 13 years earlier.</em><br><br>That was not the first day he saw the magnificent Alexandria Lighthouse. On the contrary, he had already loaded and unloaded several cargoes to and from the Alexandria Harbour. As his galley was based in the Greek city of Naucratis, some miles into the Nile Delta, the strategically located Alexandria was a mandatory stop wherever it would sail. However, on that occasion, Orion was happy - to be more precise, he was too happy. Never had Orion spent more than a few hours in the impressive city and then he was going to spend a couple of days there. He had always been told about the glory and beauty of his hometown Athens - it was almost a cliché to praise its beauty. After seeing Alexandria from the harbor, Perseus learned there was a great deal of exaggeration in favour of Athens. No longer was his hometown the richest and most important city in Greece. It had lost most of its power and glory, even though it continued to have a lively cultural and trade life. Alexandria was different. A bustling metropolis, crowed with brand new monuments, lively market: it was a crossroad where people from different lands and cultures would meet, creating a vibrant melting pot. By then, Orion did not miss his Athens at all.<br><br>These thoughts did not matter though. What made Orion excited was his visit to the magnificent Alexandria Library. His tutor and friend Plato had already told him about his young years, when he visited the place and spent days and nights there, as if time did not exist, as if he was going to learn everything he could. For the first time since Orion left Athens, he was going to land his eyes on something longer than one sentence. He had longed for that day since his galley reached Alexandria a couple of years ago. Not even the long days rowing, taking the large Genoa jib, loading and unloading the bags filled with wheat flour made him give up the idea of going to that library, once said to be one of the Wonders of the World. That was his dream coming true. <br><br>As soon as the galley boarded, Orion performed his tasks as swiftly as possible. He was used to be efficient, but that day, his anxiety made him be even more efficient. In no time, all his tasks were over and Orion jumped on the quay, shouting <strong>"I will be back in two days"</strong> without looking behind.<br><br><strong>"Take care, Orion"</strong>, the shipmaster spoke, sure that his young sailor had not heard that.<br><br>Running like a crazy towards the tall building of the Alexandria Library, Orion did not pay attention to anything. He hit a couple of Egyptians in his way, but he did not even care to lookind behind and apologise. All he wanted was to read the latest works of Anaxagoras on philosophy and Archimedes' scrolls on sphere making. Nothing could stop the young Orion in his frantic run to knowledge. His was nearly blinded, running as if h were going to save his own mother from certain death.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://th07.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2012/249/1/7/rhadopis_by_deadheart82-d5drlv4.jpg)</div>While Orion was once more raising his head to see the approaching Alexandria Library, Orion hit a Roman citizen in his mid 40, causing him to fall to the ground at the same time a mature, pretty dark-haired woman stumbled towards the wall in the narrow alley. Romans had conquered Egypt some 20 years ago and were still strangers in the nest of a very old civilization like the Egyptian. They were never seen walking alone, because there were still many rebels among the Egyptians and riots against the Roman rule and murders of Patrician and Plebeian were quite common. This made Orion froze and stopped his run. Rather than caring for the woman, the inexperienced Orion turned his back and offered his hand to the Roman richly dressed in a red and white toga. To his greatest surprise, the Roman closed his fist and threw a punch from below, hitting his jaw painfully. <br><br>Orion stepped back with his left leg, but he did not fall. His strong abs and his leg prevented him from falling. That was the first time since Orion had left Athens that someone hit him. The pain was equally unpleasant, there was no doubt about it. Then, the Roman came for a jab cross and Orion swiftly dodge his attack. A third punch came from the left and Orion once more dodged. Everything was too fast and Orion could either fight on run. No time to think about that. The woman was screaming in panic without understanding exactly what was going on. A small crowd was forming in the narrow alley and instinctively, Orion closed his fists and began to punch the Roman's face repeatedly from the right to the left and vice-versa. In no time, Orion knocked the Roman out. He saw his hands and they were full with blood from the Roman's nose.<br><br><strong>"Thank you, my lord"</strong>, the dark-haired woman whispered in Latin with strong foreign accent as she threw herself on Orion's arms. His left hand slid down to her butts and his eyes gazed hers. She was scarred, her sensual body was covered with bruises, her left eye was darkened. It was clear that the woman was not happy with that Roman.<br><br><strong>"You will pay for that, Greek"</strong>, the Roman muttered on the ground. Having a woman in his arms and hearing those words made Orion even angrier. Orion simply stepped on his throat.<br><br>"Shut up, pig", Orion spoke confidently as he groped the woman's butts.<br><br>As Orion finished his words, a group of 15 Roman cohorts came from one side of the alley. The orders were to disband every crowd, in order to avoid riots and confusions. The small crowd had definitively drawn the attention of the small group of cohorts in charge of patrolling the streets of Alexandria. The leader of the cohorts soon identified a fellow Roman citizen on the ground and swords were drawn around Orion and the woman. Protectively, Orion stepped ahead of the woman, placing her behind him.<br><br><strong>"For Jupiter, it is Lucrepus!"</strong>, the Roman legionnaire leading spoke to the others. Orion did not understand what was going on. At first, he thought his life was over, but the swords lowered almost immediately.<br><br><strong>"Well done, Greekman"</strong>, the leader of the cohorts spoke without hiding how happy he was. <strong>"Come to the Roman fortification and collect your bounty. We have been hunting for this bastard, since he helped Marc Anthony and Cleopatra in the Battle of Actium. Rome has a debt of gratitude with you"</strong>, the same legionnaire said, grabbing the arm of the fallen Roman. <br><br><strong>"Lucky Greek"</strong>, another Roman said. <strong>"And you also have a Phoenician girl"</strong>. All the Romans marched out of the alley, laving Orion and the dark-haired woman alone in the alley.<br><br>Before Orion could turn his back to face the woman, the female stranger was wrapping her soft hands around his large pecks. Orion did not care to turn his back. That was the first time a woman touched him, that was his first time he felt the strange feeling of a goosebump going down his spine. He took a deep breath and raised his head above, staring quietly the rooftop of Alexandria Library for some of seconds. The shorter woman stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his left ear with her rusky voice. <strong>"What bothers you, my young lord?"</strong><br><br><strong>"Nothing, woman. Nothing."</strong>, Orion replied turning to her, pinning her arms above her head and kissing a woman for the first time in his life.<br><br>That Fates smiled at Orion that day.
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				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>16-08-2013, 20:54:03</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"How do you feel?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The question should have been simplistic, a roll of the tongue to answer, yet the petite blonde beauty with crystalline blue eyes hidden behind a silk-soft cloth and her wrists bound above her head found her voice lost to her. When the sweet slave approached Daphne in the market square all those weeks ago the young woman had not the faintest idea of what would come in the weeks to follow. Eirene had made it her mission to grow close to the fairer woman and, in time, Daphne's trust was placed firmly in her hands.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Whispered secrets and conversations would accompany the companions on long walks and late into their shared nights until souls seemed bared for the other. They spoke of dreams and hopes, fantasies and stories of both times of great happiness and those of great sorrow. No matter the conversation, it proved to be another layer stripped from the distance society considered acceptable until the two were closer than lovers on an emotional and mental scale. Psychically, save for the caress of lips on a cheek as they murmur goodbye or the delicate brush of fingertips against flesh exposed by the fabric of their clothing, they remained chaste until a soft, seeking kiss was placed on willing lips.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Daphne had heard the rumors. She knew of the stories that swirled about Eirene, concerning her more unorthodox desires: ropes, chains, dominance and firm control. But late at night as she lay in her own bed, or in that of her close friend's, she thought of these rumors with a barely contained excitement. Her pulse raced with such contemplations and her body clenched in a way she was unfamiliar with. In truth, she was unsure of what it was exactly that excited her so, the acts themselves that ran rampant through her mind or the luscious older woman that played the lead in all of her fantasies. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;With their first kiss she knew she was lost for all time, how could she turn away when her heart cried out for more? Yet following the kiss, things returned to normal for the two friends. Eirene continued to instruct Daphne in the arts, in language and in the composure desired in a young woman as far as Athens was concerned. She was instructed to have her own opinion and to voice her thoughts and feelings with ease, she was taught humility and humble modesty but each second that slipped by caused Daphne to become more and more aware of the brunette woman that instructed her. The soft skin that brushed her own, the piercing eyes that seared her very soul and left her breathless, the curves Daphne found so like her own yet a mystery to her inexperienced hands, the delicate shadows and hollows of her body concealed by thin, breathable cloth. To want was a torture and an ecstasy that left the young woman desiring more and more.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Soon though, the teachings held a more carnal lesson to them. Although sawing, painting, singing and language were still taught with a firm yet loving hand, so too was the appreciation of her own body and that of the female form. Once brief touches now lingered, kisses touched more than a mere cheek and exploratory fingers probed untouched flesh. Cries of pleasure would ring through the room on any given day or night to accompany the soft rattle of chains or the delicate brushes of rope upon rope.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Now Daphne stood as commanded, her posture guided by the rope until her body was stretched taut, the violet chiton she had worn lay pooled at her feet and the golden delicate waves were tied back in a long braid leaving her face, and therefore her anticipatory expression, visible. The deprivation of her sight enhanced the rest of her senses until nothing was above her notice. The pleasurable burn of her wrists as she rubbed against the soft rope, the slight breeze that caressed her naked flesh until her pale pink stood erect from the chill and her body quivered, the slight movement of her lover as she moved around her bound partner. Nothing escaped Daphne yet as those whispered words reached her ear she felt unable to answer them. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Could she not see the hunger that beat at her? Could she not see the flesh that yearned for the slightest touch? Was she blind to the need that throbbed impatiently between her thighs or deaf to the pounding of her heart? <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;With a hushed sound, truly no more than a whimper, she replied, "I want... I need more... I feel that I shall burst into flames at any moment, I do not know if I can stand it."
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				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>21-08-2013, 21:17:41</strong>
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				The room was dimly lit by large candles placed in silver holders intricately decorated to suit Eirene's taste. She also let incence to burn, giving their nightly play a sort of ritualistic nature. Daphne's milky skin glowed entincingly while Eirene approached her, tenderly touching the girl's lower lip with her finger. The delicate jawline, the slender neck and shoulders, Daphne's pert breasts with their rosy tips and her feminine, young waistline...everything inspired youth, innocence, girlishness. Eirene's gaze stopped at the thin curls between Daphne's shapely legs, admiring&nbsp; the delicate curve of her body.&nbsp; She heard her answer and it made her smile, it made her heart melt just as the wax of her candles was melting beneath the flames. <br><br>The girl's anticipation was delectable. She was with a few good centimeters shorter than Eirene and even so,&nbsp; with her body gently stretched upwards in front of her mistress, Daphne's eyes merely reached the level of Eirene's nose. The Greek mistress had to lower her head to the side&nbsp; in order to kiss those rosy full lips, to have a long awaited taste of&nbsp; their nectar. She felt Daphne's increasing excitement, her passion barely contained in that delicate frame of hers and planned to set it aflame like one would blow over an open fire. Wet, moist lips would press against slightly parted ones and as Eirene's tongue gently explored the upper teeth and the inside of her lover's lip, making its way towards the back of her mouth, her right hand gripped the back of her neck while the left one firmly cupped her right breast. <br><br>Eirene's long fingers molded into the soft, smooth flesh, the thumb slowly reaching for the rosy tip to gently brush over it. As the pleasurable sensation increased in Daphne's chest, sending wave upon wave of excitement into her whole body, the mistress' tongue explored deeper into her wanton mouth, tasting the sweetness of her young lover. <br>There was a certain feeling of exhilaration, the thrill of the chase ending up with Eirene's savouring her prey which was now bound and willing. And it wasn't just Daphne's beauty or naivete&nbsp; which made her so much different from the previous playthings, but for the first time the older woman basked in the sensation of being in love.<br>&nbsp;<br>She broke the kiss, keeping her hands just as they were before, the right caressing Daphne's neck, brushing the fingers against her smooth skin as it traced a spiral towards the jawline. Her left hand continued to play with the erected tip while she gazed straight at thge girl's features, hoping to pull out a sound of pleasure from her lips. The blindfold didn't allow for any expression, but Eirene was pleased with just the sound of Daphne's hurried breath and with her heaving chest. <br><br>"How much more?" she finally whispered back, the flicker in her eye an expression of her increasing lust. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>23-08-2013, 15:08:37</strong>
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				<em>Ostia, 2 years earlier.</em><br><br><strong>"Tie that rope firmly"</strong>, Orion shouted at Thesmistocles, one of his sailors, hanging at the top of the mast without any guardrail to protect him. He did not want any of his young sailor, recruited in Naucratis from a family of traders, to die away from home. Orion knew that the art of knotting was particularly complicated for inexperienced sailors and he could pay attention to other important things while being that high: there were knots for keeping the sail up when the wind was mild, when the storm was blowing strong, when there was need of swiftly removing the sail or, just like that occasion required, when the sail should be removed in a harbour and the ropes coiled and hung on the cleat.<br><br>Orion had lost the count of how many times his large trireme entered Ostia bay coming from Alexandria, loaded with wheat. Selling Egyptian wheat for the starving Romans was a profitable business. Indeed, many things had changed since Orion arrested the traitor Lucrepus and was awarded with a 10,000 Denarius bounty. At first, Orion became partner with his ancient shipmaster in a small galley trading in the Delta Nile. However, as he was ambitious, two years later he bought a larger trireme and started the profitable business route between Egypt and Italy. He could have become much richer had he not opted for salary men rather than the slaves, who were becoming the standard in the ship crews by that time given the abundance of wars won by the Romans. After reading some intriguing scrolls from Alexandria Library, Orion did not agree with Aristotle's thoughts: for him, men were born free and nothing could justify slavery. Freedom was not a property like a real state. On the contrary, freedom could not be sold. Sticking to his ideas cost him a lot from a purely financial perspective. Even so, he could sleep in pieace in his own ship: he knew no slave would try to murder him, because all his crew was happy to find a job to make their living in a time when most work was starting to be performed by slaves.<br><br><strong>"Sure, Orion"</strong>, the young Themistocles replied, as he swiftly came down to the prow, where Orion was maneuvering the trireme. Orion's eyes pondered how different Thesmistocles looked from himself at the same age. With a fierce determination and an amazing work ethic, the young sailor gained 10lbs of solid muscle in his first months due to the hard work in the trireme and then, he probably weighted in at a rock solid 180lbs, which can be considered quite impressive compared to Orion's own 240lbs. Themistocles was proud of his strength and did not fear showing it off whoever wanted to challenge - in reality, he was always after a fight: Orion had to rescue him from a a fight in Crete when the trireme harboured there. At his age, Thesmistocles was the strongest and would have certainly bullied Orion, specially because the young sailor's height was 6', just shortly below Orion's 6'1/2.<br><br>After some hours, Orion was in a tavern, drinking a cup of bitter ale to stay awaken after a stormy night. Not that Orion was tired, but he was bored. If he could chose the company, his ignorant sailors would not certainly be invited to a table. Not only was he unease with the companions, but also was he upset with the content of the conversation. His sailors were around talking where they would waste their coins: whether with the naughty Roman girls, with the recently arrived Celtic female slaves or simply with more beverage. Nothing meant to improve themselves as men could be saved or inferred. More and more, Orion felt like a fish out of the pond when he was away from Alexandria and from the small circle around its impressive Library. He liked Alexandria's Cosmopolitan atmosphere, the academic discussions in the Library and the girls in his personal harem - all of them recruited and selected among the best by the loyal Phoenician slave whose life Orion had saved from Lucrepus.<br><br><strong>"Athens also needs wheat"</strong>, someone in the other table spoke without caring to share his business secrets. Orion's attentive ears caught his words and started to pay attention. The pay was not so good, but it was possible to carry olive oil back to Egypt - most of times, Orion's trireme returned empty to Egypt. That was the first time he had heard about good business opportunities in his homeland. Nevertheless, soon did he discard the idea of going to Athens. As an orphan, he was raised with no comfort. He knew no one there and the memories of his home town were not the most pleasant: bullies and beating was all that Orion remembered. Not even the learning from Plato and his academia enticed his curiosity: Alexandria offered far better opportunities. Maybe the only thing he had to thank Athens was the opportunity to learn how to read Why would he go back? Just an odd curiosity to see how decaying the city was could motivate him. <br><br><strong>"And you, Orion? What will you do? As the richest, you certainly have higher standards?"</strong>, one of the sailors mocked, aware of the recently acquired gorgeous Celtic girl in his harem, and caught him in the only moment when he was not following the conversation of his sailors. Indeed, nothing in Orion's attitude or behaviours would reveal his in satisfaction with the content of the conversation. Over the years, Orion learned how to dissimulate his real feelings: a wiseman once said that society would not be possible were everyone too sincere - his words made sense to Orion. How could he want to be loved and respected, if he does not offer a smiling face and a helpful hand, even if he does not need one now? By being kind and helpful, Orion made friends everywhere he travelled since he had left Athens.<br><br><strong>"Well, a pussy is always a pussy. Don't you agree Themistocles?"</strong>, Orion replied, causing all the men to laugh loudly, at the same time he passed the centre of the attention on the young sailor. The conversation continued just as futile as all the others in the tavern. For a moment, he wondered whether Romans would be as ignorant as the people in that tavern. Even though Rome was less than 100 kilometers from Ostia, he had never been there. To his eyes, it reminded him somehow of Athens and this explains why he had never wanted to go there. The enthusiasm was going down in the table and Orion realized that. Time for a strategic retreat to loneliness?<br><br><strong>"Another round of ale for everyone in this place, waitress"</strong>, Orion groped the half-naked butts of the petite brunette waitress - in reality, she was one of the slaves whose sexual services were sold by the tavern's owner. Indeed, his sailor was right: her flaccid buttocks did not turn him on. Not every pussy was a pussy.<br><br>No one knew that, as Orion smiled and laughed, letting the girl go. Everyone cheered and the happiness came back to the tavern. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>28-08-2013, 09:46:50</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Was it the scent of the incense that burned the cause of the greedy way in which Daphne gasped for breath or the delicately feminine scent her love wore on her wrists and at the base of her neck? Was it the ropes that bound her and left her immobile or the strength of her desire to please? In such a short time Eirene had opened her eyes to the world's academics and beauty but also the pleasurable ecstasy to be found and, much like a student thirsting for knowledge at the hands of a master, she was hungry for more. As she waited for what she desired most, her body quivered beneath Eirene's wandering touch. A whimper, breathless and so very close to being completely inaudible, parted petal soft lips as her lover's fingers stroked the flames that raged so strongly within her.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Such exquisite torment this was. To be touched yet unable to return such affections. To be seen but without the ability to see. To be so open in every sense of the term, vulnerable to her Mistress in a way none had seen her before yet to take such joy to be in such a state. This... This was a bliss she had never known before, one that bordered upon utter agony as her desire for the lithe woman Daphne knew stood a hair's width away from her own shuddering figure merely increased. Was there a breaking point? How far could Daphne's Lady Love tease her before she broke and cried out for so much more?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;With a soft plea hovering on her lips, Daphne greeted her Mistress' kiss with a welcoming moan. Her arms tense with the desire to wrap them around Eirene, wishing desperately to feel the soft feminine curves against her own, before becoming slack against the ropes as a sure hand curled around the back of her neck, drawing her deeper into the kiss. Rising to her toes, the blonde's lips parted willingly beneath Eirene's and her back arched to press a dusky rose-kissed nipple into an awaiting palm, only too eager to feel everything offered and to bask in every sensation that glided across longing flesh.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her breath, truly no more than a quivering gasp as she moved beneath her Mistress' skilled touch, caught in her throat as liquid longing pooled low in her belly and a heat so addictive and tempting raced through her veins to chase away the natural chill in being so openly bare. The young Daphne, awash in sensation and eagerly anticipating what may come next, had no thoughts in her head in that long standing moment as the women kissed but desires she was unsure how to voice. How did she convey the depths of the desire that burned brighter than any flame in the dead of night? How did she hope to communicate the brilliancy of her need that rivaled even Alexandria's lighthouse? Surely only Aphrodite herself could express such a thing to her own heart's love, as equally forbidden and looked down upon as Daphne's love for Eirene.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"How much more?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"All... I-I want it all. I want you, Mistress." The words, spoken on a pleasured cry against her lover's silken lips as practiced fingers teased and tormented the nipple captured between them, surprised even the bound female. She blinked in quiet surprise beneath the soft fabric that veiled her expressive eyes from her partner, truly and honestly amazed by the ease in which she answered Eirene's question when she had found relating her desires to be a daunting task mere moments before. Still, Daphne refused to allow her surprise to shake her from the pleasurable haze she had been placed in and soon her lean frame writhed against her bonds as her Mistress played her body just as beautifully as she played the instruments she taught.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2013, 19:08:49</strong>
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				“To have and to hold…” such words had been thought and spoken long before they turned into a vow. It was what Eirene felt that night in regards to her pupil.&nbsp; Daphne was hers to have and to hold for as long as their hearts beat in unison and their bodies vibrated at eachother’s touch.<br><br>With unexpected tremor, Daphne’s soft skin welcomed her probing fingers and lips, increasing Eirene’s wanton.&nbsp; She yearned for her touch as much as the young girl craved to be released and feel her Mistress’ warmth, maybe even more, but Eirene would not succumb to such desires just yet.&nbsp; <br><br>Leaving the rosy tip, her fingers traced circular lines along the outer curve of Daphne’s breast, then just underneath, reaching for the solar plexus.&nbsp; Eirene’s full lips followed shortly, while she leaned to taste and fully enjoy the soft flesh within her reach. It had come to no surprise that the Greek mistress kneeled in front of her lover, showering her with kisses and licks from the chest downwards, heading for the navel.&nbsp; Both hands followed the movement, sliding along Daphne’s waistline and back, keeping her steady while Eirene basked in the sensation, in her delicious scent and taste.<br><br>There was nothing else for Daphne than to take all that was offered, deprived of her sight and bound, yearning for the delicious torment that would no doubt come to pass. Holding her frame tightly, Eirene pulled Daphne’s belly closer to her lips while they glided down, just below the navel.&nbsp; She stopped before reaching the blonde curles between Daphne’s legs and gently blew over them. So close and intimate was the gesture, that Eirene herself couldn’t help but slightly tremble with anticipation. Then she planted a soft kiss on her lover’s nether lips.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>10-09-2013, 09:45:28</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Daphne's voice, so lyrical in its soft cadence when she spoke, rose in a pleasured cry nearly drowning out Eirene's lover's words and her body rocked against her bounds with her hunger. May Hades have mercy upon her soul, the young woman had been Eirene's upon the moment their gazes met in the marketplace and now each brush of fingers upon quivering tender flesh served as yet another hammering blow sealing this fact upon the core of Daphne's very being. She belonged to her Mistress in ways she never before thought of as being possible and with this utter possession of her entity Daphne flourished. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Academically she strived for more, all too eager to practice each and every skill taught until perfection was created, yearning to please the beauty whom captured her heart so intently. Within Eirene's personal chambers was no exception. Every response was made with a silent prayer for her love's approval, every reaction created with an unspoken hope. Although passions yet unleashed ruled her movements they were backed with an breathless desire to strike pride and further hunger within her lover.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Breathing heavily she silently cursed the wretched clothe that blinded her, both longing to see elegant brunette that now kneeled at her feet yet fearing the sight may prove be too much to take. Her head fell back causing the thick braid of golden waves to brush at her lower back and a throaty moan filled the heated room. Just the thought of the graceful creature with lips so soft and touch so skilled caressing her wanton body and gazing upon her in her naked vulnerability sent wickedly delicious shivers racing down her spine, her thighs parting to reveal lightly dampened curls at their apex. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Leaving the rosy tip, her fingers traced circular lines along the outer curve of Daphne’s breast, then just underneath, reaching for the solar plexus.&nbsp; Eirene’s full lips followed shortly, while she leaned to taste and fully enjoy the soft flesh within her reach. It had come to no surprise that the Greek mistress knelt in front of her lover, showering her with kisses and licks from the chest downwards, heading for the navel.&nbsp; Both hands followed the movement, sliding along Daphne’s waistline and back, keeping her steady while Eirene basked in the sensation, in her delicious scent and taste.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;When the kiss came... Gods that be when that kiss, so soft as to almost not be felt, caressed her...<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The breath that had played across her arousal had been cast aside with the notion of a draft that had invaded their personal space, no more than a cracked window or a door perhaps. It was not until that initial contact did her body tense with anticipation against the ropes that held her. Daphne's breath quickened and her pulse raced yet she made not a sound, instead, she quivered for her Mistress' touch, every inch of her body alive with sensation begging for attention. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>15-09-2013, 23:18:23</strong>
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				What Daphne felt in the next moment were Eirene’s hands holding her lower body tightly, pulling it closer to her. Her delicate feet firmly touched the cold floor, while the mistress was kneeled before her, tenderly kissing her wet folds. Eirene didn’t stop at just the first kiss. Feeling her lover quivering with anticipation in her hands, she let her tongue to explore Daphne’s soft skin. <br><br>It reached for the center of her dampened gender, licking slow and tenderly, having a taste of Daphne’s sweet juices. Eirene closed her eyes and let out a low murmur, a short “mmm” to let her young lover know how good she tasted. Her tongue slid out again, wet and playful, lapping quickly while from time to time her lips would close around Daphne’s most sensitive spot, kissing it. The swollen bud was thoroughly worshipped and tended to. Eirene felt Daphne’s hips thrust forth to meet her mistress’ kiss. She moved her wanting lips to one side, than to the other as her tongue glided on the smooth petals between Daphne’s legs. The gesture itself was so light and yet it sent wave upon wave of ecstasy through the young woman’s body.&nbsp; Suckling on her bud, Eirene’s own honey began to flow, dripping on her naked thighs. She wanted release as much as the girl before her did. <br><br>Her hands cupped Daphne’s round rear before sliding to the front, eventually coming to touch the nether lips, parting them. Now Eirene’s tongue had better access to the smooth, wet and previously hidden place she yearned for so much. She licked every inch while her fingers played gently with the soft edges, increasing her lover’s pleasure until it was almost unbearable. Both her lips and tongue got a taste of her sweet honey, addictive in its nature as it was to Eirene. The mistress couldn’t be more pleased with the sensual vibration of her lover’s body caused by her passionate ministrations. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>20-09-2013, 06:23:44</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Writhing against her bounds as she was, a distant thought floated past concerning the marks that may appear across her wrists only to be swallowed by the inferno Eirene had created within the young woman. Her hips rolled beneath the feminine hands that contained her and her head fell back to allow the end of her braid to brush across the ample swell of her rear, her lips parted in a wordless cry as pleasure, that which she had only experienced beneath her Mistress' hand, rode her. "Please," Daphne whispered, her voice made husky by its overuse since she had pulled the pin holding her chiton together to permit the purple fabric to become a puddle at her feet. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Had she been asked, however, she could not for sure admit what she longed for. Whether she begged for the consuming release she sensed looming ahead just beyond her reach or the continuation of each leisurely stroke of her lover's tongue upon her quivering flesh. In truth, even had she been questioned she would have been unable to decide which is the greatest pleasurable torture: To yet be still so far from climax or to endure every action bestowed upon her hungry flesh. All she truly knew as her body arched and tugged fiercely upon the rope was the pleasure that escalated with each brush of Eirene's lips and tongue, every stroke of fingertips against heated flesh, the very breath of her lover that whispered across dampened, soft golden curls.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A scream threatened to burst from her lips and her body, tense as it was, shuddered as with a final feathers-touch to the delicate pearl of bundled nerves the release she had been straining for rushed forth to sweep her away. Her knees wavered, threatening to buckle and her arms grew slack against her bounds all the while she panted for breath, the skin along her chest and throat dusted with a soft flush. Only when she had managed to compose herself enough to speak did she straighten on wobbly knees, her blindfolded gaze searching fruitlessly for the beautiful visage of her Mistress. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Please allow me to return the pleasure you have given me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 21:17:37</strong>
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				The intense heartbeats entwined with their rushed breaths and soft moans provided that fateful night’s music. Eirene could not and would not find more blissful joy than her lover’s own pleasure and pleading voice as Daphne asked to return the favor. Without a single word, the mistress released her blindfold, gently pulling it away from her eyes. Daphne’s gaze fell upon her lover’s soft features, engulfed in candlelight. The glimmer in Eirene’s chocolate eyes, her assuring yet wicked smile, the determination in her gaze, they all meant one thing: “You are mine.”<br><br>The sound of torn fabric echoed in their ears as Eirene ripped the blindfold, holding one end clenched between her teeth, the other in both hands, ending up with two pieces of the same size as a result. She then released Daphne’s wrists, unknotting the rope and with a long, gentle caress along her right arm, she took hold of her hand once again. <br><br>The mistress did not speak, but smiled as she took the maiden’s left hand as well and brought them both to the front, cupping them within her own hands which still held onto the shredded blindfold. It seemed that she would tie Daphne’s hands together, but instead Eirene passed the pieces to her.&nbsp; <br><br>With a subtle smile, the woman turned gracefully on her heels and walked towards the long bronze chair, padded in velvet, ornamented with winged sphinxes and the feet of some&nbsp; beast or another. Eirene sat, spreading her shapely legs in a lavish move and with her curled index finger, beckoned Daphne to approach. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>13-10-2013, 01:56:34</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;With spots from the candle lights clouding her vision all Daphne could see was Eirene as she strode from her young lover to sit, leaving the blonde with the remains of her shredded blindfold clenched between trembling fingers. Even through her blurred eyesight she could see the sinfully lush smile that curled her lips and the hungry possession that glinted in her lover’s eyes, the desire was evident in every graceful movement her Mistress took. Although she luxuriated in Eirene’s desire for her, guilt coiled low, just beneath the surface of her own need, sparked by the welcomed possession conveyed in every action and raking gaze.<br><br><div align="center">XxX</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Daphnie, come," her father called to her as she passed the open door, her mother's linens, still damp from being washed, draped over her arms. Pausing briefly, she carefully moved the fabric to one arm and pushed a blonde tendril from the delicate curve of her cheek before stepping closer, her sapphire eyes transfixed to the floor as she walked. But when her eyes rose they were immediately transfixed by the man standing next to her father. Her heart skipped a beat and a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips when their eyes met before she glanced away, a blush dusting the bridge of her nose and running along her cheeks, dark eyelashes forming a gentle crescent upon her cheeks. "This, my dear, is Orion..."</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>A fortnight passed and each meeting was held beneath her father's careful supervision, never straying from their chaperone's protective watch. Each moment spent in each other's company was filled with laughter and a pleasantness her father encouraged and with each reluctant goodbye was met with anticipation for their next encounter. Although Orion held her interest, Eirene continued to be Daphne's center focus; her heart still captured by the sensual brunette with the heated melted chocolate eyes and the graceful touch that could both punish and pleasure. Her heart and soul still belonged to the elder woman, but how could see resist the satisfaction and contentment that rolled from her parents with the knowledge of a good match for their only child?</em><br><br><div align="center">XxX</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Pushing thoughts of the rakish captain from her mind, she allowed the torn fabric that once served as her blindfold to slip from her fingers, fluttering to the floor to coil at her feet as she quickly crossed the space. Standing between her lover's splayed thighs, she slowly sank to her knees, feather-soft touches caressing her love's hips before slipping around toned thighs to caress arousal-slick folds before temptation became too strong. With a hushed groan, Daphne pressed forward, fingers parting Eirene in the most intimate way before her lips and tongue sought out Eirene's pleasure with a hungry determination. Two seeking fingers slipped within her Mistress, curling within and grazing her nails along slick walls while her lips captured the small bundle of raw nerves that she happily lavished with her attention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>20-10-2013, 12:27:29</strong>
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				Daphne’s gentle fingers explored the depths of her mistress not without skill as her tongue lavished the over-sensitive bud between Eirene’s wet folds with pleasant little laps. The brunette squirmed under her lover’s gentle ministrations, her hand coming to grip the golden locks before it as her legs remained parted. Eirene feared she might hurt her fragile disciple if she suddenly closed her thighs against her, the need for it turning almost unbearable. <br><br>She brought her left hand down on top of Daphne’s right hand and slowed down the pace of her plunging fingers whilst at the same time her back arched and her pelvis lunged in harmony with this new rhythm. <br><br>Eirene closed&nbsp; her eyes and as the minutes passed she disappeared into a world of her own. Soon she wrapped her fingers again into Daphne’s golden hair and pressed her deeper against the softness of her gender. Eirene’s otherwise graceful moves increased to the point of total uncoordination as she began to moan as loudly as the walls allowed to keep the sound within them.&nbsp; Suddenly she clamped her thighs around Daphne’s soft cheeks, gripped her hair painfully and arched her back as the sensations ripped through her body.&nbsp; Spreading her legs again, Eirene&nbsp; tried to prolong the ecstasy of the moment by placing her own hand on top of Daphne’s head, gently yanking it backwards so that her legs could come together, thigh against thigh. <br>Slowly she relaxed and her breathing became more controlled. It was then that Eirene opened her eyes and cupping Daphne’s chin with her fingers, she leaned forth, placing a passionate kiss on her lover’s lips, moistened with her own juices. <br><br>“Very well, my sweet, sweet Daphne” Eirene whispered as she caressed her kneeled lover on the left cheek. “I could not ask for more.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>02-11-2013, 08:21:35</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Loathed as she was to be parted from the treasure that now lay hidden behind clenched thighs, Daphne happily leaned into Eirene's hand, her back arching in an effort to ease some of the pressure caused by the brunette's grip upon the length of braided blonde waves. Her Mistress was stunning in her release and any guilty pangs she had felt before was briefly swept aside to be replaced with the intense satisfaction of knowing she had pleased the woman her heart desired. Content in her knowledge of her love's satisfaction, as the trembling ceased and lips descended for a kiss, Daphne melted into the sensation. Gentle fingers teased at Eirene's thighs as the kiss deepened, earning a softened mewl as Daphne arched into her lover, her fingers rising to brush against bare hips in a familiar caress.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;When the kiss was finally broken Daphne protested their parting with a small pout only to smile at Eirene's praise, all but glowing in her happiness as she lay her chin upon her lover's knee. A small smile tugged at her lips and she placed several innocent kisses along sun-kissed skin. Affectionate in nature, although she loved every moment she spent in the elder woman's presence it was these short times when both were sated and content to languish in each other’s arms that she truly cherished. With a smile curving her lips, she lay her cheek on Eirene's thigh and savored the tenderness of the moment, aware of every breath and gesture until it was ingrained into her memory.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;But, although she fought against the satisfied drowsiness that threatened to claim her, she could feel her eyelids slip shut, her body still firmly curled at her Mistress' feet. Come morning she knew she would be bidden to join Eirene on her trip to the market in search of a specific fabric both desired but until then she was content to wrap around her love, feeling soft skin glide across soft skin and experience warm breath tickle the nape of her neck. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>04-11-2013, 16:34:59</strong>
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				Eirene's fingers delved into her young lover's golden locks and caressed tenderly the delicate head which rested on her knees, going all the way to her rosy cheek, wordlessly thanking Daphne for her love and devotion.&nbsp; The woman would have liked to enjoy more that night, but she felt and understood Daphne's soft gestures and blissful state of peace beckoning to sleep. Eirene herself found joy in the idea of having the young woman curled next to her in bed, her delicate bare frame tenderly embraced by her own.<br><br>"Come, my love" she said lifting Daphne's head with tenderness "let us rest for the remaining of the night, for tomorrow we'll have a feast."<br><br>They fell asleep embraced, basking into each other's warmth like two kittens curled up under the same blanket.<br><br>***<br><br>The next morning both Eirene and Daphne mingled with the rest of the early risers who came to the market. Most were either slaves or folks from the lower classes who couldn't afford to keep their own slaves, but there were also women from good families who - like Eirene - preferred to do shopping for fun. Amongst the stalls filled with food and spices there where fabric salers as well. Eirene had a favorite, a man of short stature who sold pricey things, but all of good quality. She&nbsp; needed something to match her dress as well as Daphne's for that night's celebration. <br><br>As they passed by the fountain where Eirene first saw her future pupil and lover, the older woman took a moment to dip her fingers into the cold water, remembering how she used to play there as a little girl. The fountain was important for her in a strange way. It looked like it had been there long before Eirene was born and will probably remain on the same spot long after her death...but for the time she had on Earth, Eirene felt as if that fountain had been specially built for her. This is were she had her first kiss - it was with a boy from the neighbouring family at the time and in the same exact spot she turned down the first man her family wanted her to marry with. Then she met Daphne, seeing her there for the first time.<br><br>Eirene smiled to herself and took Daphne's arm, tenderly placing a kiss on her cheek. "I will buy you the best gift for tonight. It will remain a secret until then, however." In truth,&nbsp; she bought it a long time ago, but sometimes Eirene could barely contain her excitement when it came to the young woman beside her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>05-11-2013, 02:58:59</strong>
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				That morning, Orion was decided to tell Daphne's father that he no longer held any interest in marrying his daughter. He knew that the rejection for a young girl like Daphne would be painful. Even before telling Daphne's father about his intentions, Orion felt guilty. From the start, he looked down at the Athenian traditions, the very same traditions that forced him into a voluntary exile in Alexandria. However, his stay in Athens made him want to look for one of those women of his home town, famous for their independence and intelligence, boldness and initiative. It was Orion's desire to find a woman who could make him smile, help him, tend him, love him. Not that a woman could be an equal: they were weaker and more stupid, Aristotle had already proved that. What annoyed Orion was the endless submissiveness of the Egyptian, Phoenician and Roman women. <br><br>Indeed, much had changed since the good old days of Athens, when freedom was the rule - even women enjoyed some refractory freedom. Never had Orion actually seen those days, no one alive had seen them. Since Alexander the Great conquered Asia and Egypt, the importation of Eastern habits molded society in a way that dramatically differed from those days when Aristotle, Parmenides or Heraklion described the beauty and independence of the women. Orion recalled a writing by Plutarch: <br><br><em>"Why are you Athenian women the only ones who can rule men?<br>Because we are also the only ones who give birth to men", replied Leonida's wife.</em><br><br>The lovely Daphne could have been one of those women. Deep inside, in the brief meetings with her, Orion wanted to see her spirit: she seemed to be a bird in a cage, willing to fly high, but somehow restrained to her environmental conditions. He tried to push Daphne harder: under her father's eyes, Daphne was always brought down. Whenever she smiled, her father gazed at her angrily. Whenever she sighed, her father reprimanded her. Whenever she wanted to speak for longer, her father interrupted her. Orion even tried to interfere in vain: there was no point arguing with the one who believed to be Daphne's owner. He wished to have more time: maybe he could free that bird and teach her how to fly. The winds would change soon and his ship had to continue his journey to Alexandria.<br><br>Little did Orion know that the winds would actually blow him into a completely opposite direction.<br><br>Unexpected.<br><br>Unknown.<br><br>Unlimited.<br><br>Entertained with his thoughts, Orion did not pay attention to his way. Walking among the stalls, he saw an old fountain, made of white marble, worn out due to the constant usage: next to the fountain, there she was, Daphne. To his greatest surprise, the young girl was held in the arms by another woman, more mature in appearance, no less gorgeous though. As he approached them, Orion could recognize that other blonde: it was the same girl who was in the harbor in the same day Orion left his past behind, fifteen years ago. Her beauty embodied the last image Orion had on Athens, the image he kept for himself as the only one remembering.<br><br>The Fates did not smile twice in the same day. That was a Zeus' blessing. It would be a sin to ignore it.<br><br>Taking a deep breath, Orion walked towards the two women impersonating mythological nymphs. As he approached them, it became clear that their touches, their gazes, their moves were far more intimate than those of two friends. Happiness was painted in Daphne's face: for a moment, Orion envied that he had never managed to see such a bright smile from Daphne's lips. In that very same moment, he promised to himself that within days, Daphne would be smiling as beautifully as she was in that occasion. All Orion needed was time.<br><br>Before getting too close, Orion grabbed two scarlet roses from a stall and threw a couple of Drachms for the seller. He was ready to break the magic moment Daphne was enjoying with the female stranger and Orion knew the responsibility it meant. Whatever Daphne's reaction would be, Orion was ready to make it positive. Thinking carefully about the words, he finally reached the two. Wearing a smile that Daphne had never seen before during his visits to her house, full of life and non-bureaucratic enthusiasm, Orion bowed respectfully, throwing a kind gaze at the female stranger, meant to apologize for his interruption. <br><br><strong>"Greetings, Daphne. I am sure that this rose is not richer than any of the gift I have given to you"</strong>, Orion handed the rose to her,<strong> "but I am sure it has been the gift given with the greatest happiness"</strong>. A moment of silence followed. How would she react? Before Orion could be seen as unkind or lacking proper ways, his eyes locked on the stranger's . <strong>"And for you, my lady, another rose..."</strong>, Orion paused briefly, selecting the words carefully. Should he tell stranger that her image was Athens all these years? That would sound too strange, specially for Daphne, whom Orion really needed to conquer to prove his masculinity. There would be other occasions.&nbsp; <strong>"for being the friend of Daphne"</strong>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>08-11-2013, 19:25:27</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As they walked through the growing crowds, Daphne's focus remained on the ethereal vision of her lover. So graceful, so at ease in her environment, Eirene was the picture of feminine beauty and grace as she weaved around the stalls and sellers shouting their wares. The sight alone was enough to make the blonde quiver with renewed desire and all but glow with pride in her love. She watched as her Mistress moved towards the age-old fountain the market surrounded, touching the spilling water with a fond, familiar smile curling her lips and silently the young woman sent a prayer of thanks to Aphrodite and Eros who blessed her with such a beautifully blissful union between the student and teacher. Feeling her heart skip a beat Daphne went to the other woman at her beckoning, happily stepping into her embrace and leaning into the delicate caress of a kiss placed upon her cheek.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Although the kiss could be interpreted as nothing more than an affectionate touch between two friends, she could feel the love behind the action and Daphne's soul soared. She did not understand it but with a touch, a <em>look</em>, Eirene could make her pupil sigh with pleasure, feel a joy few could ever know; the older woman could make her feel wanted and desired, loved and cherished all in a way none had ever managed before. It was a heady experience and one not unwelcomed. Still, as much as she wanted to turn her head to press soft lips against the enticing rose of her Mistress' own, she resented the secrecy of their relationship. What had they done wrong to warrant this need to hide? What grave sin had been committed?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Stifling the frustrated sigh, Daphne contented herself to slipping a companionable arm around her lover's waist, pushing such aggravations aside and smiling warmly, her excitement growing at what sort of gift could be important enough to be kept secret. "I am sure I will adore it, it is from you after all," she spoke with a delicate blush coloring her cheeks only for it to darken in guilty surprise at the appearance of her father's chosen suitor. It was the same man who had taken her for strolls around the courtyard and had accompanied her family at the dinner table surely but gone was the tension that had hung upon his shoulders just as heavily as her father's judgmental stare had weighed upon her. Instead it was a pleasurable change to see him with a truly sincere smile painting his lips and without carefully chosen words yet Eirene...<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Glancing at her Mistress from the corner of her eye, she took the offered rose with a warm smile, bringing the aromatic petals to her nose. "Any gift given with the greatest happiness will forever be far richer than any other, the thought behind the action is by far the more meaningful." Turning to Eirene, Daphne could feel her heart pounding wildly in her chest, she would have sold everything she owned to know what her lover was thinking. With a dry shallow she spoke again, "Eirene, this is Orion. He is a captain and his profitable business has caught my father's attention." She paused briefly and chanced a glance at Orion, unable to not notice the relaxed comfort he exuded when he was no longer approaching her like a business deal. "My father wishes us to marry."
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>14-11-2013, 21:52:30</strong>
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				Eirene believed the moment of their kiss a blessed one. Chaste in its expression, but harboring deep, hidden feelings within, the gesture itself was like a small victory upon society’s everwatchful gaze.&nbsp; It was their secret, shared and not quite revealed in all its beauty at the edge of the fountain, in the middle of a bustling crowd. For Eirene it felt as intimate as any of their nights spent alone behind closed doors. However, someone had to dissipate the magic, it seemed.<br><br>She took Orion’s rose, surprised both by his sudden appearance, the gift itself and Daphne’s rushed explanation. Eirene never heard of such a suitor, why did the blonde nymph kept such an important fact to herself until now? The Greek woman believed her heart to be shattering. Was it on purpose? Did Daphne fear her that much? As the young woman took her rose and sought her mistress’ eyes, she found them unreadable. Eirene kept her emotions under a veil of cold politeness. She would forever hate the man who’d take Daphne away from her. Be it husband, be it father or any other one, she would despise him, use all her wealth and all her influence to discourage his love or interest for her lover.<br><br>Ah, had she known sooner! How far where they into negotiations? Did Daphne already agree? She would surely tell that by now. They probably just met a few times, Eirene concluded.<br><br>“Of course” the woman finally replied, placing the rose on her lap. Her gazed was fixed on his, scrutinizing.<br><br>“Glad to meet you, Orion” she continued tilting her head and closing her eyes briefly to greet him. “I wouldn’t have sought for a more handsome suitor myself, your father chose wisely.” Eirene addressed Daphne next and they both heard the slight&nbsp; irony behind her words.<br><br>She didn’t ask anything about his intentions. It would have been rude to inquire if their union had already been settled between him and Daphne’s father, which was probably the case since it rarely happened for things not to go in the direction once a wealthy man set his eyes on a suitor for his daughter. On the other hand, if things didn’t go that far yet, why would she encourage it? Perhaps there was a way in which Eirene could make Orion change his mind.&nbsp; Daphne was gorgeous, she was well spoken, came from a very good family and her mind was as sharp as a razor – under Eirene’s tutoring both her mind and body blossomed, not because of&nbsp; her teachings, but because Daphne had that potential within her all along. It would have whitered and died if she remained in the confines of her parent’s house and as sure as Dike, the goddess of justice, Daphne would suffer under the ‘care’ of a husband. The girl was born to be free just as Eirene was, yet the woman didn’t want a solitary life for her pupil. One day she’ll have to marry. Yet if things will go as she planned, Daphne will not only marry someone truly worthy of her, but she will also learn how to rule over her husband by then. Perhaps Eirene herself will find that man, one who will allow Daphne to continue her lessons even after marriage. The thought of having to share her lover chilled Eirene to the bone. Yet it was a thousand times better than losing her for good.<br><br>Therefore she asked a different kind of question instead:<br><br>“Will you join tonight’s celebration? I will host a small, yet lively party at my house, it’s just a pēchys away from here. Ask for Eirene.” She had no last name and gave none. The mere fact that she mentioned “her” house and&nbsp; “her” party only meant that Eirene was unwed. Peculiar for her age, he would probably assume. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>15-11-2013, 20:15:13</strong>
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				Orion's heart felt that Daphne's words were honest and heartfull. They could still lack the passion and love Orion's all the other women had. However, never had he actually done anything to conquer her heart: the formal courting in Athens was made more to please the parents and to discuss the dowry than to conquer a woman's heart. For this reason, the gorgeous young woman's sincerity, detected in her smile, was more than a victory. It was a sign that Daphne would be his, together with her blushing, her desire not to hide anything, specially from her friend, whose name had just been disclosed.<br><br>On the other hand, Eirene's mood was not that receptive. No hesitation came from her voice though. Even more surprisingly, there was a hidden challenge that the emotionally intelligent Orion was able to catch. Instead of cowering in his presence, Eirene replied with a tingle of irony, suggesting Orion was not the best one to marry Daphne. Did she actually mean that? How bold was a woman to say that? Didn't she fear losing the friendship with Daphne by offending her? In that moment, Orion was sure that the image he kept representing Athens could not be better: bold and independent, never willing to curb to superior powers. She did not seem to fear that Orion was taller and stronger than she was. Even wearing his white toga, covering his large, well built body, Orion was an impressive male, intimidating for most of the by-passers, let alone for a lonely woman: his dominant gaze coming from above seemed to do little to intimidate the new rival. <br><br>For Zeus! Orion had to have Daphne to teach that woman a lesson... and later, Orion set the woman herself as a target. He admired her strong will from the beginning and in his sexist view, Eirene was like that because never had a capable man appeared to tame her.&nbsp; Deep inside, Orion did not blame her: he remembered his fellow 'friends', who bullied him endlessly when he studied in the Academy - each of them competed fiercely for gaining the douche award. It simply did not occur to him that Eirene's attitude was like that, simply because that was Eirene's personality.<br><br>Just as Orion expected from a woman like Eirene, she took the lead and invited him to her party. Still with his eyes locked on hers, Orion nodded.<br><br><strong>"Sure, I will go"</strong>, he replied, just before turning to Daphne. His right arm stretched and for the first time since both Orion and Daphne&nbsp; them had first met, he went for some physical contact. His fingers clutched around the left side of Daphne's waistline: first, it was tender; shortly after, a firmer grip pulled her just a bit closer to him, moving Daphne&nbsp; slightly away from Eirene. There was nothing sensual or sexy in the move. It was a display of which weapons Orion could use. Eirene had kissed Daphne's cheek and challenged Orion - Orion accepted the challenge and replied with equal boldness. Whatever Eirene could be doing next, it could ruin her own reputation or, even worse, Eirene's reputation to the eyes of the entire Athenian society. After having kissed another woman in public, Eirene could not simply drag Daphne away form his legitimate suitor.<br><br>Orion had the upper hand. Orion 1, Eirene 0.<br><br><strong>"How could I miss the opportunity of meeting Daphne again?"</strong>, Orion continued with his gaze mixed with a passionate smile trying to hypnotize his young prey. <strong>"I hope we can enjoy more moments like this".</strong> Turning to Eirene's with the corner of his eyes, without hiding though his curiosity for the woman, he asked rhetorically, without willing to listen to Eirene's opinion. <strong>"Isn't the best kept treasure in the entire Athens? Her father really did a good work in hiding such a delicate flower"</strong>, Orion continued, ignoring the fact that her father had paraded Daphne to the 'best men' in the city and none of them had pleased her. This view did not make jsutice to Daphne at all.<br><br>Orion released Daphne, stepped back and kneeled in fronf of both girls. Surprised with the odd scene, two by-passers stop behind to him to see what was going on. Orion lowered his head humbly and with his voice choked with emotion, words came out strongly and confidently out of his lips. <br><br><em><strong>She appears to me, that one, equal to the goddess,<br>the woman who, facing you,<br>is seated and, up close, that sweet voice of yours<br>she listens to<br><br>And how you laugh your charming laugh. Why it<br>makes my heart flutter within my chest,<br>because the moment I look at you, right then, for me,<br>to make any sound at all won’t work any more.<br><br>My tongue has a breakdown and a delicate<br>— all of a sudden — fire rushes under my skin.<br>With my eyes I see not a thing, and there is a roar<br>that my ears make.</strong></em><br><br>Orion made a dramatic pause. A crowd was slowly gathering around him and the two gorgeous women. Clearly addressed at Daphne, Orion give a tiny room for Eirene to interpret whom the poem was target at. Was it because Eirene and Daphne were close to each other? Maybe yes, maybe no. Nevertheless, never his eyes unlocked Daphne's. Holding his breath under his lungs, he continued.<br><br><em><strong>Sweat pours down me and a trembling<br>seizes all of me; paler than grass<br>am I, and a little short of death<br>do I appear to me. </strong></em><br><br>Orion continued gazing Daphne. He felt a kiss could be stolen. He felt more could be stolen. The crowd around stopped to listen to Orion's declamation. Suddenly, claps erupted from those surrounding the three and Orion retreated from his plans. All he did was to bow before Daphne and Eirene, step back and wink ... that could have been caught by either Daphne and Eirene.<br><br><strong>"This is how I feel now."</strong><br><br>And the sailor left both of them with a wide smile for Daphne.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>18-11-2013, 23:06:03</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She watched with bated breath as her lover took the offered rose, surprise glinting in the eyes she had grown to adore before emotion slipped away. What thoughts crowded Eirene's mind? Daphne longed to pull her Mistress aside and beg for her opinion yet anxiety immobilized her. It was guilt over her own infatuation that had kept Eirene in the dark but Orion's intrusion into their private moment forced Daphne to admit her father's growing and impatient desire to see his only child wed. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Toying with the rose's long stem in an ever growing nervous energy the blonde young woman watched as Eirene addressed her suitor before turning to her love, irony a sarcastic drip in her tone causing Daphne's eyes to flutter closed to hide the gentle wince. Nothing would have made Daphne happier than to stay by her Mistress' side yet she knew marriage would be inevitable and, according to her mother, should come soon while she still retained such youthful happiness. <em>But not so soon!</em> She wanted to scream her defiance in that moment, beg and plead for a little more time with the woman who made her feel whole and Orion... Well up until now he had been a polite businessman, charming enough to make her smile and wish to see more of him but so completely static and one-leveled as to force her to find a small shard of comfort when he left her home.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Now though, now he smiled and his happiness was neither a mask nor a forced grimace to appease her father. In the middle of the marketplace he made her want to laugh and dance and find joy in life just as children do. It warmed her to know that she could still feel such giddy happiness despite how she trembled with growing nervousness. Although she had felt a pang of fear at the boldness of her Mistress' cynistic attitude she more feared the notion of losing the one person she loved with her heart and soul. Later, once they were alone, what would be said? What would then be said once the party commenced and Orion approached? Sickening fear gripped her and, in that moment, she swore her lover and her father's approved suitor could hear the pounding rhythm of her pulse, surely enough to rival the trample of horses' hooves upon the cobbled roads.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Focused upon the battle of wills between the two, Daphne jumped in surprise as a masculine arm, toned from years of manual labor, slipped about the feminine curve of her waist earning a quiet gasp from her lips. Although she felt herself melt into the tender touch of a man, her body immediately tensed upon being tugged closer despite the approving blush that spread across her cheeks at the firmness of his grasp. Could Orion not feel the tension running across her shoulders? Could he not see the anxiety written so plainly on her face? For a moment, as he smiled down upon her, he must have surely seen the walls come up within her. Daphne, despite the sweetness of her nature, would not allow him to step between she and her love. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;But his words... So sweet...<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His tone... So genuine...<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A poet hid beneath the business facade he had presented so carefully to her father's critical eye. A woman must be deaf and blind to not fall at his feet, pleading for such passionate lyrics to be sent her way. Daphne found thoughts of anything except the kindness of the man before her had slipped away and the breath had left her just as easily. Fingers itched to thread through his hair and a returning smile spread across her lips. "That was beautiful, Orion. You surely are a man of many talents and I look forward to seeing you at the celebration," blushing at her own forwardness, she brought the rose to her nose once more and peered up at his retreating figure from beneath her eyelashes. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As the crowd dispersed and the two women were once more left to their own devices, Daphne kept her gaze upon her lap, her fingertips toying with the delicate rose petals. After a few moments of silence, the blonde finally raised her head to glance up at Eirene. "What have I gotten myself into? I thought he was like all of the other men my father brought home for me to meet. He was nice and courteous like all of the others but his only saving grace, or so I thought, from being given an apologetic disapproval was his tales of the world. The way he spoke of his trips to Egypt and Syria... Eirene, even you would be impressed and I was hopelessly fascinated. But I had thought him like the others, I had believed him to be single-layered up until now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 21:19:29</strong>
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				Her words...like heated knives drove into Eirene's heart who looked at her pupil with yet another unreadable gaze. If only she asked "Mistress, what do you think of him?" or "Mistress, was he not bold and suprising?" or any other reasonable, frivolous little thing. Yet Daphne, true to her heart and honest as she had always been, pure in her trail of thought, made a confession. <em> Daphne, how you hurt me with your candor.</em> The woman closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, opening her eyes to scrutinize her lover's delicate features, searching for a hint that she had not yet fallen for the young man.<br><br>"But I had thought him like the others, I had believed him to be single-layered up until now."<br><br>Yes, Daphne was hopelessly fascinated as she confessed and how that realization pained Eirene, scorching her very being like the flames of Olympus. However, the woman did not want to show her true emotions. <br>"You haven't gotten yourself into anything." she spoke and took Daphne's hands into hers as if she wanted to reaffirm her hold on the young nymph. She was still hers, until proven otherwise. And her possible marriage wasn't going to happen soon as it was with any other young woman's fate, to wait until their parents settled the matter. "He's as dashing as any young man can be in the eyes of an innocent maiden. You haven't met many my dear and you have little to compare him with. All men seem fascinating at one point or another, each in their own way, but they are wolves under sheep's clothing. I will tell you this, however...he does seem rather intelligent and despite his fooling around, I doubt he's as simple minded as he wants the others to believe. His poetical skills lack, though." <br><br>It wasn't Eirene's direct intention to criticize Orion before her lover, but she could not refrain from it. <br><br>"But don't take my word for it, Daphne. I believe the banquet will be an excellent opportunity for you to judge him properly. Remember that there is no greater asset for a woman than her beauty, but the ability to think independently is a gift from Artemis. Always use it." <br><br>She pulled her gently at the same time she stood herself and the two women resumed their business in the market. None spoke about Orion anymore, Eirene believing she said everything there was to be said on the subject. Once they got back home and lunch was over, Eirene called upon Daphne in their beloved bedroom. On the bed, the beautiful blonde could see an expensive chiton and a golden brooch, both having the same pattern at the edges. <br><br>"Your gift, my love." Eirene approached and stood behind her, gently pushing her forth, guiding her to the bed while her hands remained on her shoulders. "I want you to wear it for tonight, you will be the most beautiful flower and the brightest flame from all the banquet. I want everyone to see what you have become, how you blossomed. <br><br><div align="center"> ~*~ </div><br>Before the invited guests came for the celebration, Eirene made her toilette: that is, she bathed, perfumed herself, and donned her best clothes.<br><br>The table was spread in the andronitis, or reception room for men, which every Greek house contained within its walls. The guests, after exchanging salutations with their host, entered the house. Servants removed the shoes of the guests and purified the feet from the dust of the streets. Then they reclined upon couches with bright coverings and hangings, resting the left arm upon a cushion, so as to leave the right hand free. As a rule, there were two guests to each couch. Before each of them, the slaves placed a table spread with viands, and brought meat, fish, and sauces in dishes, and bread, cakes, and fruit in baskets. The guests had no plate nor knife for themselves, and as for forks, they were unknown, but a spoon was placed at their disposal. The meat was served cut into small pieces, which they ate with their hands and dipped into the sauces. After the meal, as before it, the servants carried around water to wash the hands, and during the meal the fingers were wiped, if necessary, on bread or a piece of dough placed for the purpose.<br><br>The repast usually consisted of two courses, of which the first was fish and meat, with the vegetables and other hors-d'aeuvres, and the second the dessert of pastry, cakes, and fruit.<br><br>While the meal properly continued, there was no drinking, nor was it the custom to converse while eating. Conversation began with the second part of the entertainment, the symposion or carousal, for which the tables were removed, and the floor cleansed of all fragments. Other tables were then brought in by the servants, covered with salted cakes, cheese and other viands provocative of thirst.<br><br>The great mixing bowls were brought in, also pitchers of water and jugs of unmixed wines, ladle-shaped dippers, beakers, and cups deep and shallow, of graceful forms, and the queer horn-shaped vessels, called rhyta. The youngest and handsomest slaves were chosen to wait on the guests, who crowned their heads and garlanded their breasts with myrtle and violets, ivy and roses, not merely as a sign of festivity, but to cool their glowing temples, and, as they thought, to counteract the heady qualities of the wine. Music was then brought in, song and dance delighted ear and eye, and Bacchos, attended by the Muses and the Graces, ruled the hour, often until all were sunk in intoxication.<br><br>The Greek loved wine, and honored it in art and song. They loved it not merely as a means of sensual enjoyment:they used it as the care-dispeller, the bringer of joy and mirth. Wine raised the spirits of the youth, and taught age to forget its gray hairs and disregard its infirmities.<br>(source: CLICK ME (http://chestofbooks.com/food/beverages/When-What-To-Drink/Description-Of-A-Greek-Banquet.html#.UpOnqyeDGUk))<br><br>Eirene stood before all like a queen of her own castle...long before that was a term or castles came into existence. She was the matron of her house, owner of her servants and keep of her own wealth...that in itself was an eccentric luxury and not all of her guests viewed it with a benevolent eye. Soon the sun was about to set and that is when the real entertainment would begin, into the garden. Poetry and music were central to the pleasures of the banquet. Despite the host being a woman, Eirene also sought to keep the 'tradition' and so high-class female prostitutes (hetairai) and entertainers were hired to perform, consort, and converse with the unwed male guests. She had one such a lady especially picked for Orion. Slaves and boys also provided service and entertainment. Her guests also participated actively in competitive entertainments each time they came for a visit. A game sometimes played was kottabos, in which players swirled the dregs of their wine in a kylix, a platter-like stemmed drinking vessel, and flung them at a target. Another feature of the celebration were skolia, drinking songs of a patriotic or bawdy nature, performed competitively with one symposiast reciting the first part of a song and another expected to improvise the end of it. <br><br>"Welcome one and all to my humble celebration!" she said raising her wine glass and smiled. <br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>26-11-2013, 18:19:07</strong>
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				<strong>"Iron this toga well, Themistocles. I do not want to look like a poor sailor!"</strong>, Orion ordered his young, hunky apprentice to be careful with the richly ornated white toga. It was plain white, but the embroidered details showed a sophistication that only aristocrats and rich traders could afford - he had already seen finer items in Alexandria that unfortunately didn't exist in Athens. <br><br><strong>"Why are you so picky today, Orion? Any pretty Athenian girl?"</strong>, Themistocles sarcastically asked, aware that his master had already told him poorly about the women in Athens.<br><br>Laughing loudly, Orion was laying on the bed and thinking about what he should do next. <br><br><strong>"What makes you think that way, Themistocles?"</strong><br><br>Indeed, the apprentice was right. Meeting the blonde beauty was slowly unlocking senses that Orion considered to be deprived of. Day after day, even under the surveillance of her father, Daphne made Orion envision what was behind. For a long time, the sailor had been blind. However, since the rendezvous next to the fountain, Orion began to bring the pieces of Daphne's puzzle together. She was certainly a great woman and would be a star in his villa in Alexandria. She seemed to be the delicate touch required to make life flow in a more harmonic way: beautiful and intelligence, she had been educated in a way that made Orion envisage what a great person she could become. <br><br><strong>"Indeed, there is...."</strong>, Orion paused, closing his eyes and seeing Daphne in hands with Eirene. <strong>"Indeed, there are...."</strong><br><br>Themistocles let the ashes fall out of the iron onto the wooden floor of his ship. Orion swiftly stood up and using an old mop, he grabbed the ashes and put them back into the iron. <br><br><strong>"Be more careful. Luckily it did not ruin my toga"</strong>, Orion reprimanded Themistocles, examining the expensive fabric.<br><br><strong>"Sorry, master. But I did not think you would ever get interested in one of those women. You spoke so lowly about them... and those who are waiting for you in Alexandria are marvellous"</strong>.<br><br><strong>"This is why you nearly set the ship on fire. Think less about my life and focus on your tasks", </strong>a calm Orion replied, while laying on the bed. Themistocles continued ironing the toga and left his cabin.<br><br>Orion returned to his bed and stretched his arms. He yawned and laid onto his right side, giving the back to Themistocles. With his closed eyes, Eirene's image came to his mind. While Daphne seemed to be charmed by him, the same did not happen to Eirene. His challenge was double: to steal Daphne from Eirene and to steal Eirene too. Slowly, Morpheus blessed with with a relaxing nap - he would need to be revitalized to reach his objectives.<br><br><div align="center">****</div><br>Just as Orion expected, Eirene was not at the door greeting the guests. Only slaves were at the door, cleaning the feet and providing any assistance the guests would need. That aspect of the Athenian hospitality was largely unknown to him: as an orphan, he had never the chance of attending a family house. However, given his high emotional intelligence, it was not hard to figure out how to behave. Shortly after, he was inside the main open space. From far, he spotted Eirene's presence: she was gorgeous, irradiating a natural confidence and an untamed beauty. Indeed, Orion had a good image of Athens when he departed many years ago. As she had not seen him, the rich sailor just paid attention to her toast and after taking a plain silver glass with red Boeotian wine from a tray, he smiled and repeated what everyone did in the large hall. By then, a question tormented his thoughts.<br><br>Where was his prey? Where was his Daphne?<br><br>As a predator, Orion mingled with the selected crowd in search of the gold-haired woman. It was not actually a crowd, but a large group of smartly dressed noblemen. At first, Orion had the impression none of their faces was familiar - in reality, tracking Daphne down took some time as Eirene's mansion consisted of several different rooms and halls, so that the guests would not be in the same place at once. Orion concluded that Daphne was not there and started to pay attention to the guests' semblances. One after the other, all of them were to a certain extent familiar: traders, aristocrats and politicians. From time to time, he would recognize one of those who bullied many years ago. Always paying attention to the door - Daphne would probably come from there -, he got entertained with the chitchat and did not realize Eirene coming. Accident? Coincidence? It didn't matter - as the sailor turned the face, there she was.<br><br><strong>"I know this lacks originality and you deserve more, Eirene. Take it as a small token of my renewed consideration for the woman you are"</strong>, Orion spoke, bowing and handing her in another rose, taken from his toga's lapel. His gaze was just like the one spent on Daphne in the fountain. He did not blink, waiting for Eirene's reaction. Deep inside, she probably despised him - this only made her more interesting. Suddenly, with the corner of his eyes, Orion spotted Daphne and her father entering.<br><br>Orion's eyes turned to Daphne, who had not seen both of them yet. Waving with the other hand, Orion walked towards the blonde juvenile woman, wearing an enthusiastic smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>08-12-2013, 03:56:26</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;With anxious energy, she paced her parents’ bedroom, her stomach in knots while she wrung her hands and watched as her mother spread her outfit for the night out upon the bed. Its silken fabric gleaming so invitingly upon the pale cream cloth of the homemade sheets that her mother was tempted to trail her fingertips across the precious metal brooch yet to Daphne every inch of the gorgeous gown that had been given to her seemed to be the manifestation of her guilt. The gift given out of love forced her to examine the courtship between herself and the impressive trader, a thought process that made her heart race with thoughts of the man yet threaten to still at the prospect of hurting her love.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“All men seem fascinating at one point or another, each in their own way, but they are wolves under sheep's clothing.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Eirene’s words slip through her mind causing a soft whimper to rise from her throat. Her Mistress was correct, intellectually the young blonde knew this, however, as she thought of the poetry that had spilled from her suitor’s lips, at the delicate rose he had pressed into her palm, she wanted to argue that surely not all men had such wicked intentions? Surely Orion was different? <em>‘But then why had he maintained such a stoic behavior before today?’</em> The thought came unbidden as her mother aided her in removing the pale blue chiton she had worn and guiding her into the gilded tub where heated water was poured over her hair causing blonde tendrils to plaster themselves to her skin. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her mother, as determined to find the perfect suitor for her daughter as her husband, talked as she scrubbed imaginary grim from tawny flesh and threaded long fingers through blonde strands so much like her own mother’s but each word spoken was answered merely by a distracted nod or a quiet “mhm.” Daphne kept struggling with that fiercely asked question, Eirene’s words of wisdom spoken on a continuous loop soon becoming a panging reminder of Orion's miniscule betrayal, for who was the real man? The professional tradesmen with a keen eye for detail and confidence that flustered even <strong>her</strong> father or was he the suave romantic that made her smile with his gestures and her heart skip a beat with his poetic script? Her head insisted upon spinning with unanswered questions and yet, at the heart of each one was the breath-taking creature that had managed to capture her very soul. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Rising from the tub with one more splash of water, she stepped out and into the sun-warmed linens her mother held out to her. After being briskly rubbed dry, she grit her teeth as her mother polished and preened her only child, a sweet smelling lotion rubbed into every inch of her skin and her hair brushed until it shone like spun gold. With a glee only a mother of a prospective bride could have, she wrapped the delicate pure white fabric around the younger woman's curvaceous form, the yellow-gold lining at the hem brilliantly complimenting the delicate golden brooch at her shoulder. Slipping into the femininely strapped sandals while her mother gathered the expanse of thick hair into a braid before smiling at her, murmuring reminders about behavior and etiquette that her lover had already drilled into her mind.<br><br><div align="center">~*~</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Trailing just behind her parents as they entered Eirene's home, Daphne's chin rose high as bright spirited eyes swept across the room, taking in each face and each smile that spread across the faces of those enjoying the company of friends young and new. Some she recognized from other social gatherings, whether created by her Mistress or her own home, yet most were strangers to the young woman. With a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and sought out the woman she loved more than life itself, intending on showing her just that by the time they retired for the night only to have her gaze captured by the man who had intruded upon her life and made her question the love that burned so passionately within her. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Biting her lip nervously at his approach, she glanced over his shoulder in hopes of spotting the ravishing brunette before her gaze was forced to turn to her suitor. "Good evening, Orion, enjoying Eirene's..." she paused briefly, her eyes finding the figures of several working girls lavishing attention on the unwed men, "accomodations?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>23-12-2013, 14:20:21</strong>
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				Being greeted by Daphne and not greeting her first made Orion's heart full of hope. Not the hope that Daphne would be his - he was sure this was going to happen, whether she liked or not, because their parents were desperately trying to marry her. The hope filling Orion' soul&nbsp; up was of a different type, was that the young girl could be a different kind of woman, not the one who accepted every order without questioning and was specialized in sucking the pleasure out of a man's erection. Orion had already a harem full of women of that kind and what sparkled his appetite for the young Daphne was exactly the expectation that she was different.<br><br>Kneeling before her once more, after taking the other rose from his lapel, Orion stretched his calloused hands and held Daphne's fingers firmly. With his eyes smiling as if he were a young teenager seeing passion for the first time - Orion had no difficulty in roleplaying that for the first time, since his life never allowed him the luxury of a teenager's love -, he said.<br><br><strong>"I was enjoying the accommodations very much in the company of Eirene, but I was forced to leave her behind as your shining presence entered this house"</strong>, Orion grinned with satisfaction, leaving out the word Mistress deliberately, because he had no Master, let alone a Mistress. He was a free man. As she held the rose, the tradesman rose slowly, wondering whether the eyes laid upon Daphne, by far the prettiest female in the party, were exclusively masculine or whether females or more specifically one female's pair of eyes were looking at his Daphne.<br><br>Indeed, the display of romanticism stroke everyone's attention in the party. Even though his eyes were solely interested in Daphne's soft semblance, with the corner of his eyes Orion could see the sheer satisfaction in her parents' wide smile. For a brief moment, he realized the relieved expression in them, as if they were thinking to themselves that Daphne could not say no to a man like Orion. That was the sign he needed to move on.<br><br><strong>"Why don't you finish showing me the accommodations? I bet you have quite a good knowledge about the house"</strong>.<br><br>In no time, his right arm engulfed Daphne's left one, dragging her away from the door. By then, Eirene was no longer standing in the same place as before. Where was she? Orion was hunting two women, not only Daphne, even though he believed none of them suspected of hisreal intentions. Shortly after, Orion and Daphne reached a small group, in which he recognized one of his old bullies. Agamemnon continued quite the same: strong, but short, he was the kind always popular among girls and boys, holding his cup of wine as if he did not care about the people nxt to him. Fearing him no longer, Orion's scientific curiosity required the Alexandrian tradesman to stop by and engage in a conversation after a brief introduction.<br><br><strong>"I see Daphne has finally found a good man. Everyone thought no man was good enough for her"</strong>, Agamemnon spoke with a hidden sarcasm, raising one glass to offer Orion a toast in a clear display of vulgarity towards the female gender. Taken by surprise, Orion saw nothing had changed in the bastard. Luckily, he had no glass of wine, so Agamemnon was saved from being wetted by the red liquid. To show his respect for Daphne, he held her hand strongly, unaware whether she had understood the indirect meaning of Agamemnon's offense. He did not care about Agamemnon' words, but he worried about how his Daphne could have.<br><br>To his greatest surprise, Agamemnon was not over.<br><br><strong>"Since Socrates' times, this city has been contaminated with the pernicious influence of those advocating against the natural order, specially among women"</strong>, Agamemnon spoke pretending to be academic. <strong>"This has been the cause of Athens'&nbsp; decadence"</strong>, he concluded.<br><br><strong>"Allow me to disagree. The cause of this city's dismal situation cannot be laid upon what goes on between four walls. The quality of the public men, the men like you, is far worse than in Pericles' times!"</strong>, Orion spoke calmly. <strong>"Hypocrisy has been the rule. See your case. When in the academia, you were always more interested in boys than in girls. I suspect this is the source of the bad days in this city. The Romans have actually spared the city from a worse fate"</strong>, he added fearlessly of whatever Agamemnon could do to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>31-12-2013, 13:08:03</strong>
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				Taking Orion’s second rose offering, Eirene said nothing, but nodded. Her features remained once again unreadable and Daphne’s appearance with her parents absolved the Mistress from engaging in conversation with the young sailor, allowing her to watch further and observe. She would have her eyes on him constantly without showing it…and on Daphne without restraint, decided to let him know when the right time comes that her word weighed more than her father’s when it came to Daphne’s marital future. <br><br>Eirene curled a satisfied smile watching her young lover dressed in her gift. Men could keep their silly flowers and poems, only a woman would know another’s heart wishes. She gracefully moved from group to group, enganging in small talks, greeting the new arrived and sharing compliments from left to right, making sure everyone had a good time. Her movement pattern followed Orion’s from afar, not wanting to let the young soon-to-be couple from sight.&nbsp; <br><br>Her ears caught the conversation started by the one called Agamemnon, a young man known for his status, but most of all for his terrible personality. Eirene loathed such ingrates, yet she never had the chance to speak her mind about it in public. Sharing one’s opinions on others, especially on those who were known to the public eye could easily be viewed as gossip and the Greek Mistress didn’t indulge such vulgar displays. However, the nature of their conversation piqued her interest and she had taken the subtle reference towards Daphne and herself.<em>&nbsp; ‘May the Gods protect you from my scorn, young whelp.’ </em><br><br>She glided towards their group, but settled on the one next to them mostly made out of elders who were still weeping over the loss of Athens’ greatest democratic leader, Pericles in a long-winded dialogue.&nbsp; Agamemnon’s words enranged the haughty Mistress, but Orion’s reply was unexpected. She almost burst into laughter as the young man exposed the other’s failed deceitfulness, but refrained from revealing her close presence, watching Daphne’s features instead. <br><br>The stocky Agamemnon turned pale, his eyes widened and his lips formed a thin line. Eirene couldn’t help but admire Orion for his bold reply then and how he chose to use the information he had on the man, but she also began to fear him. He knew the other from the Academy and had no trouble publicly humiliating his old colleague to win Daphne’s affection. Was he true in his professed love for her? No man went this far in defending his lover’s good name.&nbsp; As Orion took Daphne’s hand in his, the gesture didn’t go unnoticed. Eirene grabbed the side of her chiton and squeezed tight, until her long fingernails sank into the palm of her hand, painfully so. She realized then that she had true competition in the shape of the handsome young man before her. <br><br>“ If we’re to summon into mind the days of our youth, I remember you not being interested in either, Orion.” Agamemnon replied, realizing that most eyes were on him by then. “All men change, including myself, but some truths remain valid. I find your views on “men like me” interesting, especially since you haven’t been around our great city much to witness the bad days in it, as you deem them. Yet I don’t expect a sailor to understand. After all, it was “men like me” who shaped the city into what it is today for you to enjoy each time you sail back here.” <br><br>Eirene shifted her gaze from one man to another, liking the fact that the conversation switched from the women of Athens to the men of the city in less than a second. Agamemnon seemed to realize that fact himself and continued after a short moment of respite with renewed conviction: <br><br>“That does not give women the right to tarnish the city’s name with their unrestrained desires, however. ” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>11-01-2014, 00:35:37</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Having expected to be faced with the stone-cold businessman her father had initially introduced her to, it came to a shock to the young blonde when her persistent suitor dropped to his knees before her, a lone rose extended to her in offering. With the uncomfortable weight of her parents' watchful eyes resting upon her, she offered a small smile and took the rose, her fingertips stroking the delicate petals in appreciation before turning her gaze toward him once more. Refusing to admit to the fluttering of her heart, she placed a kind hand on his arm as he rose from his kneeling position, "I do not do your words justice, Orion. How is it a man with such poetic language could become a tradesman? Surely you would feel more at home in Athens where academia flourishes and great men walk the streets?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As she spoke Daphne turned her head ever so slightly to catch sight of her parents watching them carefully, satisfied smiles curling their lips. Although too far away to hear what passed between the two it was clear they had visions of marriage in the near future. Surely expected her to accept a marriage to be made between them, gods knew her parents were already planning the celebration all of Athens would be talking about but what of her own desires? There was no doubt Daphne was fond of the man; his presence alone made her heart skip a beat but what of her love for Eirene? What of the woman who held her in her arms, taught her all she knew, brought her to the brink of madness with a blinding pleasure? Could she turn her back on the only person she had ever loved with all of her heart and soul?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Brought out from her spinning thoughts by Orion's request to see the rest of Eirene's impressive estate, Daphne was led not quite unwillingly from her place at the door to travel from room to room. She paused him long enough to view the masterpieces of art that littered each room, telling him what she knew about the artists and how she viewed the subject in hopes of drawing him into an intelligent conversation now that they were out from beneath her parents' mindful eyes, however, she soon found herself standing before an intimate gathering. She recognized a handful of the men and women that had gathered but when her eyes fell upon Agamemnon she struggled to school her features lest her lip curl in the disdain she felt towards the pompous man.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;During the first few months of her father's tireless search of a man for her his daughter he had brought home several possible suitors, one of which now stood directly before her. Agamemnon stayed with her family for dinner during which time his sense of self-importance and disrespect towards her and earned him a firm no to any further arranged meetings. A solid year had passed since the disaster of that night and yet it appeared to her nothing more then a few added admirers had changed about him. Daphne raised her chin high at the man's pathetic snub and offered a warm smile, although the warmth did not manage to make it to her sapphire eyes. "You must have been mistaken, sir. Any man would have been good enough to stand by me, simply none of your ilk." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Turning her attention once more to the man beside her, she bites her lip gently, fearful that perhaps she had said too much in speaking her mind but, although his defense of her did not put these worries at rest, his words left her breathless. What man would defend not only herself but truly that actions of all women in such a way? Agamemnon was hardly the only man with such ideas concerning the slowly growing freedom of women, many saw it as weakness of men in this generation but Orion tackled such thoughts willingly. For the briefest of moments, Daphne contemplated remaining silent. This was no her fight after all and a single wrong step could all too easily diminish her marriageability in her suitor's eyes. Yet raising her eyes she believed for a moment she saw a flash of brunette waves so much like those of her love, Eirene surely had not taken her as her student for Daphne to merely watch while others argued a topic she and Eirene had discussed extensively.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"If I may," she began, standing tall beside Orion, "you speak of the unrestrained desires of women yet what of those of men? How many can honestly claim they have not fallen weakness to their desires? The gods themselves have fallen beneath the strength of their own desires so how can we be seen at fault for our own? Agamemnon, you alone have been seen slipping in and out of the doors of several well known brothels; should we not speak of your unrestrained desires? The only difference between the needs of man and woman is a man flaunts his hunger for all to see while a woman has spent her life developing ways to hide her hunger so that only a select few will ever see it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 00:48:33</strong>
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				Little had Orion realized Eirene's eyes watching him and Daphne. Even if he had, his attention was focused on the young girl's curiosity about his background. He was in heaven, since the girl he wanted was so interested in his life. While they strolled in Eirene's impressive mansion, Orion told her pieces of his personal story since the day he left Athens, omitting those squalid and sordid ones and highlighting the heroic ones. He did not expect Daphne to believe him entirely: no one was perfect, even though the first impression should be as perfect as possible. Orion even considered telling Daphne about the physical similarities between Eirene and the woman he deemed to embody Athens' ideal of beauty, spotted shortly before his self-exile many years ago. However, he dropped the idea: it was too early to share such intimate secrets. <br><br>On the other hand, Daphne did not miss the opportunity to cause a good impression on Orion, whether she knew it or not. Her arguments clearly outsmarted Agamennon's - the man just laughed, as if he could dismiss Daphne' smart comments with mockery. From Orion's perspective, nothing could have been more perfect than Daphne's reply to Agamennon, his old bully in the times of the Academia. He felt the young girl joining his pack, becoming not only one of his protégés, but also one of his desert lionesses, ready to defend himself, but also her point of views.&nbsp; Orion held Daphne's arm even stronger, amused with her rhetoric and determination. The tradesman wanted to show his future woman that he supported her in every possible way, that he would be there to defend her, if necessary. More importantly, Orion would not let that woman go. Ever.<br><br>Wouldn't he? Agamennon's treacherous word would put Orion in the situation of testing Eirene's idea that "all men seem fascinating at one point or another, each in their own way, but they are wolves under sheep's clothing”.<br><br><strong>"There is nothing wrong about a man going to a brothel. This is the natural order."</strong>, Agamennon grinned, looking at Orion for his approval. The sailor did not disagree with him, even though his face continued to show a blank expression. Then, the disgusting Agamennon&nbsp; launched his&nbsp; brutal counterattack on Daphne. <br><br><strong>"I may not be man enough to stand next to you, Daphne, since I, or better saying, the entire city of Athens thought you preferred to be next to women, Daphne? I thought you were more fond of girls. This was the cause of the difficulties for your parents to find out an appropriate man. Simply, he did not exist. Or at least, he did not exist until this fool sailorman come from overseas, unaware of your reputation. She was made for a coward like you Orion</strong>", Agamennon continued with his sarcasm, pissing not only the young Daphne, but also Orion.<br><br>As Agamennon halted his speech, Daphne's felt Orion's grip on her arm tightening. He briefly looked at her dominantly, meaning to ask her to step back and let this argument for Orion. The Alexandrian sailorman was going to reply, by the time Agamennon continued to seed discord. He could perfectly well have shouted - this would have shown his lack of control rather than his bravery. He would play the role of the fool that Agamennon wanted him to be.<br><br><strong>"Did you Orion think I forgot your cowardice? I remember how weakling and loser you were in the days we attended the Academia together, always preferring books to working out, always preferring loneliness to girls"</strong>, Agamennon spoke loudly for everone to listen, omitting that he was more fond of boys than girls. <strong>"Certainly you deserve each other. A fool and a worshipper of Lesbos"</strong>, Agamennon added. <strong>"But do not forget Eirene, she is the high-priestess in the Lesbos cult in Athens nowadays"</strong>. <br><br>The well-kept secret was no no longer a secret.<br><br>Daphne's parents were among the most shocked in the party: they never suspected that one of the reason of the delays in the wedding her daughter was a twisted sexual interest. On top of that, Orion just confirmed what he suspected: the relationship with Eirene went even farther than the mere friendship. Even though Orion was next to Daphne, his thoughts also wondered about Eirene's feelings, a no less fascinating woman to his eyes, one to be curbed in different ways. Orion had all the reasons to abandon Daphne and go back to his trademan's life. Nevertheless, that moment had been placed in front of him by Athena, he knew it. Orion's physical contact with Daphne made him feel her reactions: her heart raced, her breathing became even shallower. Once more, his grip on her tightened.<br><br>On the other hand, Orion continued to be the image of calmness. Some people certainly thought that Agamennon's words were true, considering Orion's 'coward' reaction. He was in the eye of the storm but stood up as if nothing unusual was happening.<br><br><strong>"Enough, Agamennon. Men like you caused the ruin of Athens. Pericles would be wrathful with your display of intolerance, lack of respect for the hostess and bigotry</strong>", Orion finally spoke. <strong>"You leave me no option, but to show everyone else you are wrong"</strong>, the sailor said, releasing Daphne's arm for the first time. <strong>"I challenge you for a divine trial now"</strong>, Orion added and the crowd was taken by a sudden surprise.<br><br>Agamennon just laughed. <strong>"Come on, Orion. You never defeated me, what makes you believe you can make it now?"</strong><br><br><strong>"The truth"</strong>, Orion replied stepping closer and getting ready for the fight. <strong>"I know you are lying and I will win to prove my point".</strong><br><br>In no time, Agamennon took Orion's bait and threw the content of the glass of wine into Orion's white tunic, ruining its beauty. The divine trial had begun. Orion did not wait and unarmed, jumped onto Orion's body, throwing him onto the floor. Both men wrestled for minutes. Agamennon started with an advantage, trying to hit Orion's genitals to make him whimper in pain. But Orion was not the same boy Agamennon defeated repeatedly in the Academia: life had taught him a lot and all the lessons were being used against Agamennon. At a certain point, Orion got Agamennon in what is known today as a full nelson and began to pull his jaw backwards. He kept the pressure for some time: Agamennon's face was reddening as the compression on the windpipe was limiting his air supply. That would not be enough to prove Orion was right. A divine trial required just one survivor and Orion would not let anyone insulting Daphne and Eirene to survive. With amazing strength, he twisted Agamennon's head to the right and a cracking sound echoed in the pateo.<br><br>Agamennon was dead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>29-01-2014, 21:12:41</strong>
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				The contradiction between Orion and Agamemnon quickly degenerated into a quarrel until it finally turned into the main event of Eirene’s party. Many gathered around the small group and yet none interfered. The greek mistress stood aside this time which wasn’t quite unusual despite her temper. As a hostess, she was forced not to take sides even if her own mind was already settled on one or the other. It wasn’t in her nature to just sit back and watch as her protegee and herself were insulted, however.<br><br>The biggest problem wasn’t that their secret was publicly revealed by the filth of their society as she viewed Agamemnon to be, but that it happened in her own house and it was actually Daphne who had more to lose because of it than anyone else.&nbsp; Most of their guests&nbsp; had an idea on what the two women were sharing behind closed doors, yet their relationship had never truly been a subject of conversation at such a large gathering until now.&nbsp; Agamemnon’s insults were swiftly repayed, albeit in a very brutal and unexpected manner.&nbsp; Instead of congratulating the winner or at least thanking him for taking Daphne’s side, and indirectly hers as well, Eirene showed nothing but wrath to Orion.<br><br>“I won’t have blood spilled in my house!” she said rushing towards the fallen body of her guest, looking like she was one of the Erinyes herself.&nbsp; Truth be told, there wasn’t any spilled blood to begin with. She kneeled close to Agamemnon, placing one hand on the base of his neck, praying to the gods that she would get a pulse.&nbsp; All her prayers proved to be in vain. Her lips twitched and her facial expression changed from ghostly pale to the red of blinding wrath. She would contain her anger for now and chose not to express it with violent words. If anything, blaiming Orion for taking her side would reflect poorly on herself on top of everything else.&nbsp; <br>“I have to thank you for defending our honor, Orion, on behalf of Daphne and myself.” She said addressing the young man, barely refraining from shouting. Her voice was raised so that everyone in the house would hear.&nbsp; “However, I fear for your safety.&nbsp; Agamemnon, despite his lack of manners, has important friends. I hope that when the time comes, all of you here will appear as witnesses before the judge. “<br><br>Eirene stood up, arranging her chiton and ordered the slaves to take&nbsp; Agamemnon’s body to his family with strict orders to relate everything they had seen taking place at her house. In the meantime, she urged the others to go home, ending the party.&nbsp; Only Eirene, Daphne and her parents as well as Orion remained after everyone else left the house. It seemed that the elderly couple was reluctant to leave their daughter with Eirene for the night or for any other night as Eirene feared.&nbsp; She believed that she could find a way around Agamemnon’s insult and turn the tables in her favor: losing Daphne was more than she could bear to take despite everything society had thrown at her in the past years.&nbsp; But now that he was killed in her own house, no parent in their right mind would ever allow their child to step the threshold of such a tainted place. She hoped that Orion would take the shorter straw and get the blame for everything, but sadly things didn’t work that way in life.<br><br>She was reluctant to further deny what the dead man said before. Insisting on the matter would only incriminate her and draw more suspicions on their relationship. Therefore, she waited to see what the other parties had to say about the incident. And whether there was any chance of ever seeing Daphne again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>04-02-2014, 10:00:01</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The incident occurred in such a fast pace that by the time things had settled and the hush following Death's presence had fallen over the party goers Daphne would have sworn her heart had stilled with Agamemnon's. Silence stretched but when the shocked whispers and mumbled comments finally burst forth the sound created a low roar. When Eirene ushered the men and women out of her home, Daphne slipped from Orion's side to fine Eirene's where she quickly slipped her hand within her love's, squeezing the familiar, feminine grasp before moving onward to where her parent's stood. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her mother, oh so proud, refused to meet her daughter's eyes instead raising her strong chin and catching the eyes of as many of her fellow gossipers as she could manage. There was little doubt the older woman would do everything in her power to silence as many with the Gift of Gab as she can manage. Daphne's father, however, with his stern jaw and stony gaze caught no one's curious looks. Instead, his posture straight and his strides focused, he passed through the crowd towards the last man standing and offered his hand in a strong clasp. Although Daphne could not hear the brief conversation she could only guess how her father congratulated Orion on his victory, all the more determined to marry his daughter off as quickly as possible.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;With gentle fingers Daphne caressed the heavy golden brooch at her shoulder and allowed sapphire eyes to peer up at her Mistress, her free hand still holding the singular rose. Perhaps the young woman should have listened to her lover when she had warned her about the dangers of man. Had she not been on Orion's arm a body would not be being carried out in Eirene's servants arms. Had she not her mother would not be thrumming with nervous energy beside her, ready to repair some of the damage that had been. Had she not she would be assured the warmth of her Mistress' lush form pressed against her own and whispered words of love and passion filling the dark bed chamber later tonight.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;But had Orion truly done any wrong? The figurative blood of another man may stain her suitor's hands but was he in the wrong? Surely if the Goddess, Themis, in her certain and well-weighed judgement of the recently deceased could find the rightful place for Agamemnon's wandering soul than so too can Athenian society mimic the Goddess' process and find the merchant sailor innocent in this. So too then must not she do the same?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Daphne, a trembling breath held locked within her lungs, slipped away from her mother once the last few stragglers fled Eirene's home. She approached the two men just as her father turned away, clearly intending to gather the women of his family and depart. Offering her sire a small if nervous smile, she stepped into Orion and placed her palm tenderly upon his bicep ignoring the still dripping fabric of his robes despite how they brushed against her chiton. With a gentle kiss to his cheek, she returned his rose to his lapel and met his gaze. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Thank you for defending my honor as you have. You are a hero in my eyes and should be seen as such to the rest of the simpering fools that were here tonight." She offered another kiss to his cheek before turning to fall behind her mother as she was led into the night air, carefully keeping her gaze locked ahead for fear of her stray glances towards her darling be read as exactly what they were.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>07-02-2014, 23:24:16</strong>
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				Orion was no fool to see that his move had not been warmly welcomed by the only person who really mattered. Not only had Daphne left his side, but also had the young woman looked for Eirene, her lover and protector. And she did it right in front of the eyes of her mother and father.&nbsp; Humiliation? Maybe for a weakling, not for Orion who stood up as proudly as before. Orion watched the saddened expression in Daphne's eyes, as if they had known it for long and had finally given up. Particularly upset was Daphne's father, whose surprise with Daphne's bold move was hard to describe. In order to avoid further embarrassment, he approached Orion.<br><br><strong>"Orion, I have to..."</strong><br><br><strong>"No, sir. You don't have anything."</strong>, Orion said. <strong>"I am proud of what I did and I would do it again. I am fond of your daughter and one way or the other"</strong>, Orion paused just to gaze his adversary enjoying the physical contact with Daphne's fingers, <strong>"I am also fond of Eirene."</strong> <br><br><strong>"But..."</strong>, Daphne's father insisted.<br><br><strong>"There is no but, Sir. Please take Daphne to your home. We will think a way out tomorrow"</strong>, Orion said as if he were already Daphne's Master.<br><br><strong>"Thank you, my son"</strong>, her father replied, hugging Orion, who kept staring at Eirene. Daphne seemed to have little attention for Orion.<br><br>While Orion watched Daphne's hand grappled with Eirene's fingers, he smirked only proved that the old Macedonian methods of divine trial were wrong and led to the victory of the strongest. By then, his secondary target Eirene was not in his thoughts. For a brief moment, Orion thought he had played the role of a Barbarian ignorant. Even though those traditions were clearly Hellenistic in their nature, using violence to kill was a bit too much. On top of that, Daphne showed no gratitude. <br><br>However, that was going to change. As Daphne left Eirene's hand behind, she walked towards Orion, who no longer was hugging her father and thanked him. Her hand touched his strong arm for the first time and Orion felt a shiver. That girl had to be his, even though Orion was definitively convinced that there was still a way to go. His gallantry and gentleness did not seem to work. This was proved when Daphne returned the rose to his lapel. Was that a sign of breach in their relationship? Daphne's attitudes were cloudy and contradictory. A goodbye kiss, which could show an ardent passion, resembled like an innocent brother-to-sister kiss.<br><br>These thoughts and doubts never showed up. Orion's face continued to convey the same cold confidence of a man who killed Agamennon with his bare hands. He even smiled at Daphne's condescending attitude, wondering how long that chess match should last. Without touching Daphne at all, the only thing that Orion could reply was a quite cold, bureaucratic <strong>"Sleep well, my dear. We will talk soon"</strong>.<br><br>Orion was about to leave the mansion with Daphne's family, when he turned to Eirene, who was seating in the pateo next to the one where Agamennon had been killed. Orion grabbed two silver cups, filled them with what was left from the red wine and walked towards the elegant woman, who once had embodied all his idealized memories about Athens. She was a far cry from the fresh teenager, but even so her semblance reminded him of that blonde girl. Handing the silver glass to Eirene, he pulled a stool close to the woman and sat without being invited.<br><br><strong>"I know you disliked what I did. You are not a very good actress"</strong>, Orion smirked. <strong>"Luckily you are not a lawyer"</strong>, he continued, hoping to break the ice with a joke. <strong>"I did not stay to apologize either"</strong>, Orion sipped the wine for the first time. <strong>"I am sure that Themis played fool tonight."</strong> Orion looked at the opposite direction. <strong>"Maybe it was the first time she had to made it up for Agamennon's injustices... "</strong>, he halted his voice, just to turn his eyes to Eirene. <strong>"Anyway, I am not here to talk about the divine verdict. The only thing I care about is Daphne's wellbeing and I know you have a role on that. For how long do you think you could keep it a secret?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>28-02-2014, 22:39:51</strong>
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				The candle lights dimmed down, the last of her visitors left and with them, so did Daphne, swaying her young hips with natural grace before Eirene’s eyes. The greek mistress watched her lover’s elegant silhouette disappear from sight, leaving her with a painful tug at her heart. This may have been the last night together, that last time she’d get to see her blonde nymph and the thought was just unbearable. <br><br>Eirene was sitting in the pateo, gaze fixed on the doorway when tears started to gather at the corners of her eyes. She did not let them trail down on her cheeks, nor did she let others follow. Orion’s lingering presence was a constant reminder of her loss, of the dreadful day in which she lost Daphne, possibly for ever. It came to no surprise that when the young man approached her with two wine glasses in his hands, Eirene shot him a deadly glare. All her spite and sandness and anger were expressed in that gaze, but underneath it all there was just heartache, a boundless despair. <br><br>His words left no room for comment until his last question forced Eirene to speak. She did her best to keep her trembling lips under control. In that moment nothing could stop her from killing this man. But would that bring Daphne back to her and things as they were before?<br><br>“Long enough for us to depart Athens” she said, giving away all her plans and dreams in a single sentence. It was as simple as that. “I was to propose it to her tonight, after everyone left. Truly a reckless idea. The thought of seeing her with you…” she folded her lips into a straight line. “Now it’s all over. You won. Tomorrow the handsome Orion will claim his prize and I’ll remain here alone.” She stood up and walked over to the entrance of the room, clinging on the stone frame.&nbsp; “I’ll have to leave my home. My name has been tainted twice today.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>04-03-2014, 03:54:11</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It was restlessness of the mind that finally forced Daphne from her bed to robe herself in a delicately thin covering, the sides tied together at the full curve of her right hip. Down the same empty hall her parents had led her, she momentarily flinched. Never had her father raised his voice in her lifetime instead choosing the quiet intimidation he had perfected from years of wheeling and dealing in transactions to run his household with a firm hand. Undoubtedly the same tactic Orion had born witness to during their meetings where they spoke of marriage and fidelity, despite how he strayed on several occasions from her mother. As a child this had been enough to send her tearfully wailing to her mother's arms and even in adulthood was enough to cause tears to prick her eyes, only encouraged by the ravaging disappointment in her mother's gaze. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Although the short walk home was done in silence the same could not be said once they passed their gate into the privacy of their own home. Her mother refused to acknowledge her, her blue eyes - so similar to her daughter's - wandered about their home before simply closing as if the night's events had been too much for her to handle. Daphne's father, however, as soon as the door shut behind them began the rant he had surely been practicing during their walk. Even now her shoulders ached from where he had grabbed her when she moved to turn away as he told her firmly how she would cease contact with Eirene immediately and prepare to marry Orion, for who else would take her now?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Rolling her shoulder gently, she pushed her hair behind her ear with annoyance for having left it to spill naturally down her back before placing her hands upon the gate. What would happen to her beloved now? The night, having begun so peacefully, had taken a turn for the worst. Eirene was surely threatened with social ostracism at the very least and Orion... Her heart pounded beneath her breast, leaping with a force that left her gasping for breath. The man faced trial for doing no more than defending her. But then why treat her so coolly as she made to leave? Could he not see beyond her careful actions to the intense gratitude and slowly budding infatuation she guarded fiercely? Truth be told, did she want him too see?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Aphrodite, I implore you, you whose heart has strayed from the man you pledged yourself to, give me strength. My love. She is so strong but I fear what may come from tonight's affairs and Orion..." Exhausted and with angry tears threatening to overflow, she lay her forehead upon the gate as she prayed to her deities. "Damn you, Eros, for twisting my desires so wickedly."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Fleeing her family's grounds, she rushed past the gate and down the narrow drive, her bare feet making not a sound as she flew with quickened, sure steps across the dirt road. The ties at her hip loosened to eventually trail behind her, revealing the pale hand-stitched shift she had worn to repel the night's crisp air yet she hardly noticed, merely taking the time to silently hope her nosy neighbors were far too busy telling and retelling the night's story in a gossiping frenzy as she raced down the road. It was as she rounded the last curve that she could see the two figures within the pateo, their silhouettes cast upon the wall behind them by the dim lighting making Daphne pause just out of sight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>08-03-2014, 19:07:38</strong>
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				Orion watched as Eirene walked towards the entrance of her large property. For the first time, she was showing some vulnerability. Women were supposed to show vulnerabilities all the time according to the common sense of those days and Orion' scientific curiosity towards Eirene's behaviour made him observe her carefully for a while. Whether he liked it or not, Eirene was being sincere and honest. Never had they discussed about Daphne so openly and this would have shocked him: deep inside, he was not sure about the suspicious surrounding the relationship between Daphne and Eirene. He knew how cruel the Athenian society could be and Orion was unaware of those who disliked Eirene or Daphne. Orion was a stranger in the nest in his own hometown.<br><br>The cunning sailorman saw a window of opportunity opening up before his eyes. Without further problems, he could use it to crush any opposition to his selfish interest for Daphne. Leaving Eirene out of that race would be far simpler and easier. Would it be funnier? No, not at all. During those few days, Eirene's charms had also conquered Orion even though he had never expressed this feelings and Eirene had no idea about them. Little did Eirene know that Daphne was not Orion's only prey.<br><br><strong>"I don't want a Pyrrhic victory, Eirene"</strong>, Orion said as she suddenly felt his hand gripping her right shoulder and forcing her face to his. <strong>"Neither do I want a victory over those I learned to appreciate and enjoy"</strong>, Orion spoke solemnly but also in a sweet way,&nbsp; <strong>"I want a full victory"</strong>, he concluded just before he twisted her body with his arms and leaned towards her, embracing her before his lips met hers. Whichever would follow, their ways would be bound together.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">What happened?</div><div class="spoiler_body">I don't know! Why don't we leave it unanswered to decide later?</div></div><br><div align="center">****</div><br>The rooster had not yet crowed in the morning when Orion was ready to leave his ship. Shortly before, he had left Eirene's house and returned to his ship. The harbour was becoming lively once more and he knew that Daphne's family would not be awaken by then. Everything was going to be settled in that morning. Eirene was right: if her reputation had been tainted twice that night, what would have happened to Daphne's? Her father could wish to reprimand the young girl and that mere thought angered Orion: after all, he felt already in possession of Daphne, she was his. Orion checked his bag once more and saw the gold coins there. There was nearly twice as much as her father had asked as dowry from the last suitor: that value would be more than enough to end any argument. Orion was not willing to spend any longer in Athens: he had to leave that day, which was the last before the storm' season would start. Playing chess had been fun but it was time for the checkmate.<br><br><strong>"Themistocles, come with me"</strong>, Orion ordered and in no time his loyal apprentice was following him.<br><br><strong>"What is it, sir?"<br></strong><br><strong>"Follow me and stay quiet"</strong>, Orion said, handing him the bag full of coins.<br><br>Orion walked out of the harbour and rushed towards Daphne's home. He would wake up everyone to finish that soap opera. In his way to Daphne's home, he was speculating whether Eirene would accept his offer of safe conduct. Eirene had nothing to lose, since she could sell her property later. On top of that, the sophisticated, mature woman would get to know the world beyond Athens. Shortly after, both men arrived at their destination. <br><br>The Fates seemed to smile at Orion for the first time since last night. Orion had the impression of seeing someone just around the corner and waved for Themistocles to stay quiet. Walking on his tiptoes, he approached that corner - of course, no matter how quietly he would move, some noise was being made. At the same time, he could listen to a feeble breathing coming from that direction, as if willing to hide that sound. Orion walked closer to the corner and turned to see who was there. It was Daphne. Her face was as surprised as Orion's. The moonlight beamed her, allowing Orion to see her reddened eyes and making him feel sorry about him.<br><br>Without hesitation, Orion embraced her protectively. <strong>"Daphne, what are you doing out in the darkness? Don't you know this is dangerous for a girl like you, specially after the news about Agamennon's death are spreading?"</strong>, he spoke clearly worried. <strong>"I was going to your home to pay for the dowry and finish all this drama... I mean, if you want to come with me to Alexandria"</strong>, he continued as he held her temples and looked at her eyes. Orion longed for her lips, but he would not taken them against her will. The distance between both lips was no greater than 2 inches. By that time, Daphne was cornered and forced to make a choice that later she would know was not actually a choice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>09-03-2014, 22:18:41</strong>
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				She took the kiss without reluctance. Their lips met, passionate and moist, hers wet with tears, his full of lust. Eirene couldn’t even remember the last time she stood this close to a man, not to mention having any sort of physical contact. A kiss. Her first with a man. <br><br>When he broke the kiss, all she could do was to touch her own lips, gazing at him in disbelief. Within his handsome features and ardent eyes there was a glimmer of hope. Her hope to get Daphne back, to have her once more. And something else. She saw her own desire mirrored in Orion’s eyes. Her chest heaved, filled with new, unexpected emotions. To be wanted by a man. To want him close. Who was she now? What did she truly want? <br><br>Eirene left her hand to fall beside her. She raised her chin and gazed at the man before her, narrowing her eyes. Who was he to make her doubt herself? To make her this confused. <br>“Take me with you. Take me to sail the world with Daphne. Marry her and take us both with you .” She said it. No subtleties, no beating around the bush. <br>“Go and talk with her parents. Then give me your answer, you don’t have to do it now. “ <br><br>She wanted to be alone for now. There was so much to think about. <br><br>As soon as he left, Eirene went outside. She spotted Daphne’s delicate frame, but said nothing up to that point. <br><br>“You can come out now, love.” Her voice was tender and filled with grief, but more than anything it was full of yearning.&nbsp; “Don’t do anything so rash every again.” She embraced the young woman with all her love, tightly wrapping her arms around Daphne and placing one hand on the back of her head. With tenderness, she pressed Daphne’s forehead against her shoulder. <br><br>“Please forgive me, I couldn’t protect you. I couldn’t do anything. You can’t be mine any longer.”<br><br>She moved away and let Daphne gaze back at her. “You have to marry Orion and sail away as far from here as you can. “ She caressed her soft cheek with her thumb, sliding it on Daphne’s full lips as well. Then tears trailed down from her eyes once more. “This may be goodbye, love. Truly goodbye.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>13-03-2014, 06:28:40</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Tears no longer threatened to fall, nor did they still glisten on her cheeks. She felt she had wept enough to offer Poseidon a new domain to rule yet even though her eyes had run dry hours before she longed to cry for her loss. Even now the gentle breeze reminded her all too vividly of the tenderness Daphne had found in her lover's last embrace. She could feel the gentle stirring of her hair as the wind provoked it into dancing at her temples yet she swore it was Eirene's breath as they spoke together. A pained cry threatened to spill from her lips causing her to grit her teeth and tug the ties firmer around her waist as though their thin security could offer comfort in a time of emotional upheaval.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Daphne could still hear her love's voice, her heart breaking further every time her traitorous mind replayed the scene. It had been the first time she had ever witnessed her Mistress so utterly broken and the sight alone could have been enough to jar the young woman. When the tears came it was enough to cause Daphne to begin crying herself. She had ached to clear the wretched tears that had spilled unceremoniously down the same cheeks she had once kissed as she begged for mercy from this sudden sentence. She had pleaded for Eirene to change her mind, her hands clinging to her lover's shoulders with a horrible desperation tinting her voice.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Yet no declaration of love, no act of passion could sway the opinion of the only woman she had ever loved.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; It was broken hearted, her shoulders back proudly and spine stiff, that she walked away from the other woman all the while silently cursing herself for the humble humility her appearance must seem. Bare footed as a common street urchin she trod down the road, the thin slip she wore enough to send the local women fleeing to one another with tales of the harlot walking the streets brazenly. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; So lost was she in the raw sensation of her emotions that she hardly noticed the passing of time. She had walked the empty streets without distinguished thought, passing through the deserted market square and pausing long enough to allow a new wave of heartache to sweep through her as she gazed upon the memorable fountain before moving on. Only the sudden presence of her suitor brought her frame the grief induced trance she had allowed herself to fall prey to. She gave a muffled cry as her body became enveloped by Orion's strong arms and, only for the briefest of moments, did she resist the lure of comfort before sinking into his hold. Her eyes squeezed close against the sudden wave of fresh tears that welled within and her fingers clung to the fine fabric he wore. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "I..." She began yet speechless uncertainty forced her to trail off into silence. All the more she clung to him as he spoke before she realized how inappropriately close they had become in such a public place. Yet she refused steadfastly to pull away. Instead blue eyes caught his gaze only to lower just enough to his lips, so sinfully close to her own. Her heart skipped a beat. Eirene had encouraged her to marry the dashing sailor, what was the harm of a little kiss...?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Gently, almost uncertain in her own forwardness, she rose to her toes to meet his lips with her own. Immediately her arms rose to slip about his neck, fingertips softly caressing his shoulders and neck as her body pressed welcomingly against his own. With reluctant, slow movements she pulled away, her breath caught in her throat. "I would be nothing if not ecstatic to sail with you to Alexandria as your wife."
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>21-03-2014, 20:00:55</strong>
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				<strong>Five days have passed</strong> from that dreadful day and its following night. Eirene couldn’t see her beloved pupil, nor write to her, but she received a letter from Orion just the day before which was enough to give her hope and dreams of love once more.&nbsp; He talked with Daphne’s father and they all decided that the young couple should marry quickly and sail to Alexandria on their wedding’s night.&nbsp; Orion invited her to join them, to leave her home and start anew wherever the wind may take her after setting foot on land again. He was evasive when it came to her role in their journey. Not a single detail.<br><br>Of course, this was their start as newlyweds and Eirene was grateful to him for taking her with them even under such delicate conditions. Not only did he gave her the chance to escape further humiliation from Athens’ citizens, but he also allowed her to see Daphne once more.&nbsp; The journey would last enough days for Eirene to get used to the idea that their ways will eventually part, perhaps forever. She remembered showing Orion her tears, almost begging him to take her with them and regretted it deeply.&nbsp; Yet it was all worth it: the humiliation, the sadness, it was all worth it if she could see her lover’s eyes once more. <br>Then there was the matter of their kiss. It triggered something in Eirene she had never expected to feel. For five days her thoughts constantly moved back and forth, from Daphne’s features to Orion’s lips and then on what to do next with her life. Now she had everything essential packed. The servants would take care of the house with strict instructions. If things went well in Alexandria, Eirene would sell the house&nbsp; eventually. She was ready to start a new life there. <br><br>On that night a warm breeze was blowing over the port. Orion’s ship was one of the biggest around and very hard to miss. She arrived earlier than both of them and settled in her cabin, accompanied by one of her male slaves.&nbsp; The sailors on the ship and the first mate didn’t ask her any questions, nor welcomed her on board, but showed her the small room. Orion paid them well to not ask questions. A lone woman would always be a subject of gossip, especially on a ship, so she came in secret. It hurt her that she wasn’t allowed at their wedding, but it was only natural that Daphne’s parents wouldn’t want her showing at all. Sitting alone in her cabin, Eirene’s heart tightened, this time with joy. Soon she would see her beloved nymph once again. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>23-03-2014, 16:53:06</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The letter to Eirene the day before</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z3diHAQ6c/TOt5esC7A_I/AAAAAAAAACo/c2YY3HW3KLA/s320/00130000-decorative-initial-d-q75-494x500.jpg)</div>ear Eirene,<br>I hope this message finds you well.<br>I tried to invite you for our wedding, but Daphne's parents were reluctant. I am sorry about that.<br>I have been worried about you. No news since I left your home. 5 days without any news. I thought my kiss had been a cleared display of my willingness to have you onboard. <br>Just let me know if you changed your mind.<br>Yours faithfully,<br>Orion<br>P.S. Daphne will be in my ship tomorrow. She is very sad.<br></div></div><br>When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Although Orion had never voiced up his thoughts about this saying, he would have endorsed it completely. The events following that night caught Orion by surprise and even so, he managed to turn them upside them to his favour. Apparently, he was winning. But was the mere victory he was looking for? Or was something else, something that was beyond a materialistic countability. <br><br>Orion did not expect to taste Daphne's lips so early. Orion knew Daphne was honestly in love with Eirene and his hope was that slowly she would turn her interests to him - he had already conquered girls that way and in the beginning, he imagined that Daphne would be the same. As he felt Daphne's body touching his, Daphne's lips touching his, Daphne's breathing rubbing his skin, Orion knew something was wrong. No passion, no love, nothing he was used to. He embraced her warmly, kissed her with lust and eve so, all he felt from her was shyness and an unspoken reluctance. Orion pretended everything was normal but he knew it was not. <br><br>Orion wanted an ardent woman, not a frightened girl.<br><br>The same day, Orion settled the details of the wedding with Daphne's father. The gift was far more generous than her father expected and he agreed to arrange the wedding within a few days. Over those days, it hurt Orion t see Daphne' sadness. It made his heart tightened to think she was becoming his slave in a distant land. He took a deep breath and ignored those feelings. After all, he was in part responsible for what happened to Daphne, even though she and Eirene were to blame for most of it. He behaved just as expected from a manly man to the eyes of the customs and society.<br><br>The rich sailor wondered how Eirene must have survived in the last days, if she truly loved Daphne. Even though Orion insisted that Eirene were invited to the wedding ceremony, the reluctance on Daphne's parents was such that he decided not to struggle against. Their daughter's reputation had already been tainted. Little would it help to have Eirene there and risk causing more damage to Daphne's family. Daphne played her role in the wedding pretty well - few suspected that she was unhappy. Only Orion knew that she believing to be marching into her funeral. For a moment, it occurred to him that the two girls could be manipulating him.<br><br>This is why Orion dispatched that letter to Eirene. There was just one way to find out the truth. He never told it to Daphne or Eirene: if they wanted to stick together, he would let them go. He had been too much nuisance in their lives. Of course, he would not admit it blatantly: Orion would simply pretend they did not <br><br>In their departure, Daphne walked next to Orion, holding his hand. He could not see any enthusiasm. Even though they had married the night before, Orion was too tired to bed Daphne. Even in the morning, the girl did not seem to be willing to surrender to his charms and Orion did not insist. Daphne's parents certainly realized what had taken place and said nothing. Following the couple from behind, the parents were also accompanied by two slaves, bringing Daphne's trunk with all her clothes and outfits. <br><br>From inside the ship, if Eirene were there, she could certainly listen to everyone talking - early in the morning was a silent time in the harbour. Daphne's mother began to cry as she suspected her daughter would never return. Even his father, who had been honestly well intentioned all the time, dropped his tears. As the ship moved up and down as a result of the natural flow of the sea waves, Orion held her waistline and raised her to the ship, where Themistocles was waiting to hold her hands respectfully. Back to his ship, Orion embraced Daphne. <br><br><strong>"Our life starts now, Daphne. I wish it had started another way"</strong>, Orion whispered in her ears, suspecting Eirene would appear at any time from one of the cabins. He still had hopes and had not given it up. He gripped the nape of her neck and gazed her eyes, looking into more than just her blue eyes, trying to reach her soul and touch it somehow before Eirene appeared. The upper part of his toga fell to the right, revealing his muscular torso - Daphne should get used to the view, since he would wear nothing but trunks in his ship. He leaned closer and closed his eyes to enjoy the kiss he hadbeen longing to give her.<br><br>Shortly after, the ship was sailing away from the harbour<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Request to Jane Storm and Lycana</div><div class="spoiler_body">Please do not skip any scenes. I have an idea for the trip.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>26-03-2014, 23:44:27</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The wedding went smoothly. Elegant in its simplicity and quick effectiveness. Her mother aided her in dressing, speaking of her own brief period as a newly married woman without children - a <em>nymphe</em> - and how such a transition was so important for her. The elder woman spoke of her own wedding to Daphne's father, fondly reminiscing the three days the traditional celebration lasted. Just like her mother before her, Daphne spent the first day in and amongst female friends and family. They made offerings of her childhood clothing and toys to different deities in hopes of a blissful union and a full life between the young couple.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The ceremony itself began the second day. After a luxurious morning of primping and preening, one that she enjoyed far too much for being heartbroken, she was dressed by the same women who helped her pray then delivered to her husband-to-be. Daphne was rarely left alone for more than a handful of minutes at a time, no doubt a tradition with roots from a far more barbaric time period. Or perhaps simply a means to keep the wayward young woman from abandoning her commitment. Either way, as her body was prepared and wrapped in expensive silks, she was given an opportunity to think.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She thought of the pain she still felt, of Eirene and the heartache that had shown so vividly in the brunette's eyes. Was Eirene so caught up other's thoughts she would push Daphne away? Questions like that plagued her. Part of her wondered what had happened, was there something she could have done to change this course or were the Fates too much of a driving force to ignore? It hardly mattered. As she walked towards Orion, her wrist encased by her father's guiding hand, she made a vow to honor her marriage to the sailor. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Daphne chose to live for the moment, to enjoy the kindness of her family and friends, to make a connection with the man she was about to marry. Yes the pain was still fresh, the wound far too raw but at least she could smile and laugh with the people she loved and would grow to love.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The wedding night was... Uneventful to say the least. Although they shared the same bed all that could be said for the wedding night was her husband enjoyed holding her to him as they slept. Early the next morning just before the sun's rays could touch the ground they rose and, with her parent's and their servants forming a parade behind them, the newlyweds found themselves making their way to the docks. With her hand in his, blue eyes studied the angles and harsh contours of his face. In their short time together they had kissed only twice. Once the night he approached her father with the desire to push onward with the wedding, then again simply the day before after he raised her veil to reveal the new bride beneath.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Her study was interrupted when Orion dropped her hand and her mother enveloped her in a giant hug. Later, by herself where she needn't be seen, she would cry but now, at the sight of tears trickling down her father's cheeks, she steeled her emotions. She needed to be strong for her family. With a few whispered words of goodbye and another round of hugs, she stepped away and into her husband's hands. As he lifted her into Themistocles' hold she was unable to quiet the squeal of surprised pleasure at her sailor's strength, a grin still curling her lips as he joined then embraced her on the ship's hull. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; With the wind catching her hair and tearing it free from the thin ties holding it together, she leaned into Orion, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as the insistent breeze tugged open the top of his toga. Gently, her fingertips found the bare skin just as her lips were claimed in a soul-searching kiss. Arching into him Daphne gave a quiet purr, welcoming the way his hands spanned her narrow waist and traveled the length of her back. Only the aching in her lungs for breath forced her to part from his kiss. Biting her lip, she lay her forehead against the side of his jaw with a small smile. "You know my history, Orion, of Eirene and of the love I still have for her. I will not claim to love you so soon, that would be cruel to you and to me. But I would like to learn to... To love you that is."
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>27-03-2014, 16:55:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs32/i/2008/228/b/4/Love_by_FrankTheLank.jpg)</div>Orion knew that everything conspired for their lips to meet, but based on the distance between him and Daphne in the preceding days, he did not expect it to happen. Psychologically, he was ready to play the fool in front of his crew. Passion and love was capable of playing with the hearts of even the most manly man. One way or the other, Orion had never given up Daphne's heart, even though their emotional distance frustrated him bitterly. To his greatest surprise, it was her lips that looked for his and he could feel her life for the first time. Without any guidance, her hand looked for his bare chest, touching it in a way that only an experienced lover would touch - regardless she was mimicking the touch of a female body or not, Daphne knew how to make a man like Orion tremble and his knees actually bent slightly. Skipping a breath as her lips sealed with his, Orion felt her hair flying around his head as the sea breeze blew stronger as the ship gained speed.<br><br>Orion's hopes grew as the kiss seemed to last forever.<br><br>Forever for Daphne was shorter than Orion expected though. As she broke the kiss and gave voice to her thoughts, Orion's face changed dramatically. In the beginning, he looked like a happy child, happily smiling and holding her waistline firmly. Finally, he was in the right track to conquer Daphne. His shining eyes, his smiling lips, his confident hands were more than a display of his contentment with the new situation, with Daphne's reaction, with the hope of a new life. For a brief moment, he had forgotten that Eirene could be on the ship, watching from far as his hands manly controlled the girl who used to be hers. Or at least, Orion believed used to be hers until Daphne began to speak.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181783.msg9769219#msg9769219">Quote from: Lycana on 26-03-2014, 23:44:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You know my history, Orion, of Eirene and of the love I still have for her. I will not claim to love you so soon, that would be cruel to you and to me. But I would like to learn to... To love you that is."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Orion's change was dramatic. Of course, he knew everything Daphne had told was true. Of course, he agreed with everything she had said. Of course, she was mature to come and tell him frankly. Nevertheless, there were words that would rather remain unspoken, specially in moments like the one that the recently married couple was experiencing. As Daphne finished her sentence, Orion's grip on her waistline loosed and he nodded at her at the same time, he turned his face away from her. He was not necessarily sad. If she could look at his face, what she would see is a mix of anger and frustration. Certainly, it was not a lasting feeling, but Daphne would have to learn how to please a man like Orion. He had conquered everything he wanted and in that moment, there was nothing he longed more than Daphne' soft body. Still unaware whether Eirene was or not on board, he walked a few steps away from Daphne and stripped off his toga. Dressed just in his trunks, Daphne could see how muscular his back and legs were. This was particularly true when he walked closer to the other sailors in his ship - only Themistocles was nearly as large as Orion.<br><br><strong>"As you wish, Daphne. We will have plenty of time on board"</strong>. Orion spoke from far, just before he asked one of his sailors to show his own cabin to Daphne. By then, Orion was concerned with other affairs and went to the corner of the ship to look at the wheather and pray for Poseidon to given them a safe trip to Alexandria. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>07-04-2014, 18:12:12</strong>
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				It did not take long for the first sunrays to break the skies when Eirene heard familiar voices up on the ship. With her heart clenched deep within her chest, she slid away from her male slave who at the time was brushing her hair to catch the sight of her dear, sweet Daphne as a blushing newlywed. Perhaps the chance of seein her as a bride was never meant for Eirene to see, but this was a moment none would take away from her. Not Daphne’s parents, not society, not even Orion – now Daphne’s husband.&nbsp; <br><br>She stayed hidden behind one of the pillars and watched their embracing figures, perfectly darkened shapes against the rising sun.&nbsp; The Greek mistress saw Daphne’s fingers gently sliding across Orion’s chest and another painful tug echoed in her own chest. What was she expecting? For Daphne to behave like a spoiled child and refuse any physical closeness to the one who probably held not only her future, but also her heart in his hands? Maybe Daphne did not realize it yet, but Eirene did. She was older, had more experience in the matters of the heart and understood Daphne’s gaze whenever it met Orion’s. Eirene understood falling in love. She recognized the symptoms. <br><br>For a long moment, the longest moment in her life so far, Eirene watched them kiss and thought that she had made a mistake. It wasn’t her place here, despite everything she had told herself, despite Orion’s own invitation to join them on their trip. This was their honeymoon. An older lover, a woman such as herself, had no place in it. <br>And then her blonde nymph spoke.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"You know my history, Orion, of Eirene and of the love I still have for her. I will not claim to love you so soon, that would be cruel to you and to me. But I would like to learn to... To love you that is."</em><br>“The love I still have for her….” <br><br>Those words echoed in Eirene’s mind, blurring all the rest. “..still have for her.”&nbsp; <br><br>Perhaps not everything was lost. She wanted to run to them in that moment, to take Daphne’s hands in hers and tell her “I am here, my love. I am here and as long as I have life in my body, I’ll never leave you. Married or not, you first belonged to me.” <br><br>Yet she waited. <em>If I truly love her, I’ll let her choose. I’ll let her love freely.</em><br><br>Orion’s gestures betrayed his feelings for the girl. Even Eirene could see that he loved her truly, that Daphne wasn’t just a prize for him. In his own way, he had done what was best for her. He also took into account Eirene’s feelings and even if it was just to please his newly-made wife, Eirene did not care. He loved her.&nbsp; <em>Which is why it makes it all harder for me.</em><br><br>In the next moment Orion took off his clothes and revealed his upper body as it was probably meant to always be. He had the body of a god, Eirene noticed. Well built, no extra fat, good proportions. From her perspective, Orion had more to offer than herself. Perhaps she had been playing a losing game from the beginning. Daphne was too delicate, too beautiful, too young not to enjoy and experience the joys of having a male partner. Still, despite knowing all of these, there was something ticking in Eirene’s mind, constantly telling her that Daphne was hers and it will forever be hers. <br>Then finally, her nymph was taken away from her husband. The sailor gently guided her to Orion’s cabin and once he left, Eirene took the chance to see her. Perhaps it would have been better to come to Orion first, to let him know that she accepted his invitation. But the thought of seeing her Daphne, of being able to touch her after such a long period of time was maddening. All reason was washed away from her mind the moment Eirene opened the cabin’s door and saw her standing&nbsp; before her eyes, beautiful like a flower, fresh and happy as she had always been when they were together. <br><br>“Love…”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>04-05-2014, 20:56:46</strong>
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				Orion' ship sailed calmly through the Aegean Sea in the following days. For some inexplicable reason, Poseidon seemed to have favoured the presence of those three Greek people in the ship. The winds were favourable - at a certain point, the ship reached an impressive speed, making everyone believe that the arrival to Alexandria would take place sooner than the 35 days expected. On top of that, the sunny days made the first seven days of their journey to Alexandria quite comfortable. Well, quite comfortable from a certain perspective: no waves.<br><br>Was that all to make the journey comfortable? <br><br>Sadly, it was not. On the other hand, never had Orion felt so uneasy in his own ship. He did not look for his wife in those days, as she shared her bed with Eirene. Moreover, Daphne did not make any effort to look for him, specially after having been treated somehow rudely after her words in the ship. Orion was a quite open-minded man, but he was still living in a world where respect towards women was just seen as a concession of the superior men, which could be revoked at any time. Daphne's laconic reaction in the following seven days only added concern to his worries: neither Eirene, nor Daphne were looking for him. Probably, they had all this plotted, believing Orion would continue to be lenient in Alexandria. <br><br>In the ship, the crew realized what was going on. No one dared talk to Orion about it. At a certain point, Themistocles seemed to want to address Orion, but the ship owner's face did not give his young sailor any chance, dismissing clearly any attempt to touch the subject. The whole situation was too humiliating for him and were Orion not a good Master, he would have lost the respect of the crew. Certainly, that was not enough for a mutiny, even though it spoke volumes about his reputation. Orion's face continued manly and dominant, however one could say that his confidence had been shaken by Eirene. What could he do? He failed conquering Eirene and invited the lioness to look after the prey Daphne - he was a fool.<br><br>In the morning of the eighth day, the weather conditions began to change. The sky darkened and from far, one could see a storm coming directly towards the ship. As Orion realized how serious the storm was going to be, the first thought was on Daphne and Eirene. Only then, he looked at the horizon and saw a small island that could offer them shelter during the storm. Immediately, he turned the helm to the right and the ship left its original course, starting a crazy race to a safe harbour.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQEpM0y_UJBUhKFpHDKrF0F4ILxK5OKVua88Q5QmJ9t07FrfaYgpA)</div>Orion swallowed dry and wondered whether Daphne and Eirene knew how to swim, how not to get sick, how to overcome the fearful experience of a storm in the sea. Orion wanted to go and warn them, but he lacked courage to see them. It was a mix feeling of broken pride and anger. Even so, he cared about both girls - they were in his ship upon his invitation, they were...his pack. This is why he ordered Themistocles to warn them and check whether they were fine. Shortly after, the young sailor went to the cabin.<br><br><strong>"Daphne, Eirene"</strong>, Themistocles knocked the cabin's doors - the two girls had hardly left the place since their arrival. The man wondered what the two women had been doing all the time, just like the other crew member, but never spoke about it. Silence would be the best way to safegaurd Orion's honor, it was the unspoken agreement in the trirreme.<br><br><strong>"A storm is coming. Get ready, since this is a big one. Do you need some help?&nbsp; Orion asked me to see if you ..."</strong>, he hesitate momentarily, <strong>"knew how to swimm"</strong>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>06-05-2014, 07:15:58</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; A full week had passed since Orion, her distant husband, left her in another man's hands to be led to a cabin below deck. Seven full days since her once lover had knocked upon her door and greeted her with a sigh of love. The gentle knock on the heavy wood came as she worked to straighten and feminize the large space, a folded chiton in her hand removed from a trunk laid upon the bed and destined for the chifferobe leaning against the wall. A frown crossed her delicate features and the blond brushed a hand through her hair, having removed the ties that held the braids back to allow the tendrils to fall freely about her. Orion. Who else but her husband would call on her? Although why he would knock upon his own door she-<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181783.msg9818213#msg9818213">Quote from: Jane Storm on 07-04-2014, 18:12:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Love…”&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; That voice. It conjured bittersweet memories of nights wrapped in female arms, legs entwined and hearts synchronized in beat as well as love. With vivid clarity she could recall that silken pull of ropes binding and constricting her just as they send her spirit soaring. Only with one person had she ever felt the sense of utter freedom in servitude, only with one person had she given herself so completely. Yet it was that same person that sent her away. Some small part of her that still ached at the loss of her first love demanded she turn Eirene away. Daphne, young as she was, wanted to yell and scream and protest her ex-lover's presence. "Why..." She whispered, the fabric dropping from her hands to fall crumbled at her feet. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Unbidden she approached what she thought to be her lost love, her sandal-clad feet making no more than a whisper along the wooden flooring. With shaking hands she embraced the other woman, drawing the fiercely passionate brunette into her arms and close to the rapid drumbeat of her heart. Tears that she believed she had long since cried out slipped silently down her cheeks, landing delicately on Eirene's familiar flesh. Blindly, her heart ruling her actions, Daphne sought out her Mistress' lips, drawing her into a desperate kiss. Slim fingers bunched and tangled in hair, tugging at clothing and caressing gentle curves. Daphne would have slipped to her knees before Eirene had she dared break the kiss. Hungry as she was, their shared kiss felt as thought it were the young woman's only lifeline, breaking the connection would surely send her back into the abyss she had been struggling through since the moment Eirene sent her from her home.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Yet as the wind caught the wooden door and slammed home she was forced to remember the truth of their reality. Daphne was a newly married woman and, despite the reluctance in her heart, she made a promise to honor her vows and with them honor her husband. During their kiss the women had managed to make their way towards the bed so when Daphne pulled away she was force to tumble backwards onto the feather stuffed bed. Her marriage bed. With her heart pounding and a sick feeling twisting in her belly, she scrambled from the bed until she stood by the wall. Beside her, the open porthole permitted the oceanic breeze to filter into the cabin, catching and toying with Daphne's blond hair with a playful charm. Still large blue eyes remained fixated on the woman on the other side of the room from her.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Why are you here?"<br><br><div align="center">~*~*~</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Seven days had passed since Eirene approached her and in those seven days they did little but speak. They spoke of what had happened since their departure from one another. Of what became of them. Of what would become of them. Little was left unsaid but it seemed an even smaller amount was determined. Daphne expressed her confusion, and after much prompting from her Mistress, told of her pain. Despite their past the young woman had vowed herself to her husband, how could she be asked to return to her former love after being pushed away? By the time Themistocles knocked on the cabin door there was little else for Daphne to say.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Themistocles, thank you but we are doing well. The storm is getting worse though, isn't it?" Daphne rose from her chair to greet the sailor, a frown tugging at her lips. Approaching the man, she lowered her voice, afraid of offending Eirene in anyway. "Please, is Orion well? I have not seen my husband since..." Her voice trailed off and the young woman visibly flinched as she remembered the way his hold had immediately dropped from her waist before he turned from her. Before she could receive a reply a fierce wave hit the ship's port, causing the cabin's occupants to lurch and seawater to burst the glass keeping the porthole closed apart sending water pouring in. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>17-05-2014, 17:57:20</strong>
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				Eirene remained as cold and unflinching as a statue when Daphne embraced her for the first time since their last time together, since they parted ways in such a hurtful manner for both of them. She wanted to be strong and unemotional, to let reason engulf her whole being and to present herself like the mistress Daphne never knew. The mistress who didn’t care.&nbsp; But one touch of Daphne’s soft skin on hers, one passionate, desperate kiss from her lover on her lips melted every icy feeling and every speck of reason Eirene so violently pushed forth as a wall to protect herself from suffering once more.&nbsp; <br><br>For better or for worse, hers or not, Daphne was there in her arms. Eirene kissed her back, savage and hurtful, biting her lover’s lips until surely they would draw blood if Daphne’s tug at her hair and her desperate caresses didn’t force Eirene’s softer side to come back. She was pushing the blonde nymph towards the bed and by the time the back of her legs touched the edge of the bed, a slam of the door broke the magic. Daphne fell on her bed, the one piece of furniture that was destined for her and Orion as husband and wife. Eirene watched her from above with a stern, cold and hungry look, a predatorial gaze that spelled nothing but hate and wanton. She hated the man that took Daphne away from her, she hated Daphne’s weakness for Orion and she hated herself from driving her right into his arms. <br>The blonde girl turned pale and, as if sensing Eirene’s sudden change of heart,&nbsp; she stood up and walked over to the window. <br><br><em>Why are you here?</em> she asked as the wind played with her hair and doing nothing more than to enhance her beauty even so.<br>A long moment of silence followed as the two women gazed into eachother’s eyes, Eirene’s expression remaining unreadable. <br><br>“Because of you. Everywhere I go, everything I do, it’s because of you. I cannot and will not let you go.” <br><br>With four quick steps she rushed to where Daphne was and cornered her, taking her chin in her hand and raising her eyes to meet hers. <br><br>“Because you will always be mine and no one else’s.”&nbsp; She pressed her lips on Daphne’s , hard but tender and brought her delicate body close to hers, beautiful, perky breasts touching Eirene’s ample bosom while the mistress slid her tongue inside the girl’s mouth. Soon, her own hand pulled the Daphne’s chiton off and gripped her breast, relentlessly kissing her still. She kissed and touched her like a man would, not soft and tender like she used to. There was the need to prove something to Daphne and to herself, yes,&nbsp; and there was hunger drawn out by the endless days of yearning for her, but there was also something else. A sense of possession and property Eirene never thought she was capable of having. A fear of losing the one thing that gave meaning to her life. And a neverending thirst for her body and soul.&nbsp; This was the love that the Greek mistress had for her young lover and this was what she wanted for Daphne to feel and know in that moment. <br><br>Her other hand remained on the back of Daphne’s neck while the one touching her breast slid down between her legs. To Eirene’s surpise, her fingers didn’t touch the moistness and the warmth she was expecting, the sheer need she was used to.&nbsp; Breaking the kiss, Eirene’s eyes turned hollow and cold. <br><br>“I will not rush you.” She said. “I can’t risk losing you when I just got you back.” <br><br>For seven days Eirene refrained herself from ever touching or kissing Daphne again. She acted like a mentor, like a big sister and nothing more. They talked and ate together and slept together, but in complete chastity. While Eirene found it it odd that Orion should not sleep with his wife and not even come and see her for a week, the mistress was glad of it. Strange on how such a beautiful woman, wanted by her and Orion so much, remained untouched since her wedding night. Both of them claimed her and both had the chance to have her, but in a sort of silent, unspoken deal, they both left Daphne “unspoiled” for the other.&nbsp; Was it because perhaps both of them felt that none truly had any right over her?&nbsp; Was it because both hoped deep in their heart that Daphne would be the one making the choice this time? <br>When Themistocles came in, the storm was already at its peak. Eirene was sure they were going to drown if things didn’t change soon. <br><br>“What are you doing here, you fool?” she shouted at the young man and came to push him out of the cabin. <br><br>“You should be out there, helping Orion keep the ship steady!” <br><br>Suddenly the boat turned to the side and water invaded the small porthole and their cabin soon afterwards. <br><br>“Help me close the window!” The two of them fought with the current and finally managed to close the porthole only to have it forced open again by another wave. <br><br>“We have to leave the cabin!” she said soaken wet to Daphne and took her arm, pulling the girl after her and heading out to the deck where Orion was making huge efforts to keep the sails steady. <br><br>“We’re going to sink!” she shouted against the storm, fighting with the strong wind to get where Orion was. “The cabin’s being flooded as we speak!” <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>18-05-2014, 17:02:17</strong>
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				What Themistocles was doing there was quite obvious: helping the two girls to get ready for the worse. Both of them did not seem to be happy with his assistance. Felling intimidated by the anger of the girls, the young sailor was about to explain to them that Orion had ordered him to come in their aide when their cabin flooded completely, as the sea water came through the porthole. The girls took some action and feeling like a fish out of pond, he insisted.<br><br><strong>"No, don't try. It is a waste of time..."</strong>, Themistocles shouted the warning in vain as both females tried to seal the cabin. He approached to grabbed both girls' shoulders and dissuade them, when they were almost celebrating the small victory over the nature. Touching both females linked to Themistocles was a bold move indeed. <strong>"Let's get out of here"</strong>, he said in vain. As both were ignoring him, he decided to go out and help Orion. Maybe Eirene was right and Themistocles should be helping the captain in the storm. <br><br>The sailor master was no longer holding the helm, but struggling against the strong winds, trying to keep the sails in one piece, rather than steady - if they survived that storm, the sails would play a major role in taking them anywhere. Around the middle of the mast, Orion was making a huge effort to save the sails - two other sailors were in the floor, holding ropes. Suddenly, a wave washed the deck and one of the sailors was swallowed by the sea.<br><br>Themistocles, who was not very far from there, rushed to help the other sailor on the ship floor. There was some blood in the rope, showing that the other sailor had put all the effort to help Orion. Indeed, it was hard to keep a grip on the wet rope and Themistocles began to moan as he continued with his efforts to keep the rope steady and facilitate Orion's job. Something caught his attention though: Eirene was coming out of the cabin and walking towards them. She struggled to stay on her feet at the cost of ignoring the waves - this is why Themistocles warned her again.<br><br><strong>"Stay away from the balustrade"</strong>, Themistocles shouted at Eirene.<br><br>The warning came too late. The young sailor could see Eirene's crystal eyes, somehow looking for his without success. Another wave washed the deck once more and sent her into the wild sea. Without thinking, Themistocles let the rope go and after examining where she had been thrown, he jumped into the sea, swimming as strongly as possible towards Eirene. Luckily, the young sailor was a good swimmer and Eirene did not sink.<br><br><strong>"Grab my hand"</strong>, Themistocles shouted before a wave covering him. Poseidon had brought Eirene's hand to his. A miracle in the storm. The next wave brought their bodies together. <strong>"Hold me"</strong>, he confidently ordered as he tried to swim back to the ship in vain. The waves were taking him farther into the sea. What seemed to be a betrayal from Poseidon would soon reveal to be a blessing. She did not seem to be drowned, even though she stayed quiet most of the time. Some ten minutes later, both of them were laying on a stone beach in a deserted island.<br><br>Meanwhile, Orion was nearly on the top of the mast when he saw Daphne coming out of the cabin. He wanted to shout the same warning made by Themistocles shortly before, but there was no time - by the way, where was Themistocles? And Eirene? It did not matter now. Another wave invaded the deck and Daphne was being swallowed by the sea, as if the Kraken's tentacles had dragged her from his ship into the depths of the ocean. <br><br>Orion only reacted. The Gods would be in anger if he did not try to save her: Orion had not taken Daphne from the safety of her family's house to bring her to a certain death. Orion used a small crack in the mast to support his feet and propelled himself away with the force of his abs and legs, flying in the air and diving into the sea not very far from where he had seen Daphne. Fortunately, he stretched his left arm and he felt her hair. His instincts spoke louder and he grabbed her hair, pulling her closer regardless of the pain she could be suffering momentarily. The waves favoured that approach, since her lithe body slammed his. After embracing her, Orion swam swiftly for the surface. There was no time to check whether she was well - all that Orion felt was her heart beating, faster than usual, probably thrilled by the stress of the storm. However, her members seemed to be limp: probably, she had swallowed too much water.<br><br>A cracking sound echoed from the ship - it had just hit the stones Orion had been trying to dodge some minutes before. The ship was gone, which made Orion feel sad about his crew. There would be time for mourning later, survival was of paramount importance in that moment. Guided by mental map made shortly before the darkness fell upon them, Orion began to swim as fast as possible towards the closest island. Once more, Poseidon was generous and Orion reached a white sand beach by the time the storm was fading away.<br><br>Right after his foot touched the ground, still in the water, Orion grabbed Daphne with his arms and ran out of water, throwing her body on the white sand and straddling upon her body. He could still feel her heart beating, but she was cold and pale. Seating on her belly, Orion began to massage her heart at the same time, he laid his lips on her, sucking the water at the same time he borrowed her all his air. Quite differently from the other kiss, this time Daphne's lips were cold, nearly lifeless. Panick began to take him over as an overwhelming feeling of guilty emerged. <br><br><strong>"Please do not leave me Daphne"</strong>, Orion muttered with a nearly crying tone in his voice, not giving up the massage and the life-giving kiss. His eyes reddened and his thoughts were in Zeus, pleading him another chance for the beautiful, young girl. 'She is too young and still a maid', he thought when all of sudden...
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>20-05-2014, 06:59:20</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Eirene rushed from the cabin before Daphne could so much as clear the water from her eyes. Her hair, once more having been left unbraided to fan about her shoulders, now cling to her damp skin making a chill bone-deep pierce through flesh and sinew. "Wait!" She called out as the rushing water nearly sent her to her knees as it rose higher and higher along her thigh. Terror gripped but she pushed forward, wading through the rising sea water to clutch at the door frame to peer out towards the chaos that continued to ensue on the main deck. With horror she could see the struggle and the fruitlessness the men fought against.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Men, good men who undoubtedly lived as hard as they worked, were swept from the ship to find a new home within Poseidon's domain while others still struggled to save the ship and its occupants. Cut rope was yanked from strong hands to be whipped about by the storm that overcame them while the rigging swung wildly, knocking more than one unwary sailor off his feet. Yet that hardly was the cause of the scream that clawed its way up her throat with a violent intensity no one would have believed could have erupted from such a petite frame. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Nevertheless the storm that raged around them swallowed any noise she made as she watched with terrorized grief as Eirene was swept off her feet and into the sea's depths. The young sailor that had come to warn them, Themistocles, threw himself overboard to save the vivacious brunette yet that hardly mattered to the young woman clouded by grief.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Following the same fate as her past love Daphne ran blindly onto the deck, tears hidden by the rain pounding on her cheeks. Rushing to the wooden rails along the sides of the ship, she gripped the finely crafted beams and leaned over the side, her screams swallowed as easily as the sea swallowed her victims. The young blonde hardly felt the wave crash over her, quickly pulling her into the frozen depths below. The cold the permeated her was an invasion that made the rising water in the cabin seem as simplistic as a thorn's cut. This chill violated her very soul so that movement against the choking water that overwhelmed her. When holding her breath no longer remained an option, her mouth opened involuntarily allow icy water to fill her gasping lungs.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; By the time Orion's hand found her hair within the darkness of the current surrounding them, her mind had slipped within itself while her heart stuttered to pump within her chest. The next time her large blue eyes fluttered open was to her husband's teary gaze as he watched her with an intensity that would have at the very least made her uncomfortable. The thought was only fleeting as salt water burned up her throat so that she was forced to turn away from him as she coughed, her body heaving on the damp sand. With tears not only shinning in her eyes but streaming down her cheeks she groaned as the last of the saltwater left her, her hair clinging tightly to her trembling form.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Acting out of instinct her eyes sought out that of her husband's before she fell into his arm, taking comfort in his hold as her eyes found what little of the ship could still be seen. The bow could just be seen as waves broke across its sinking end before it too was completely overtaken. Refusing to see the wreckage that would surely follow the collapse of the mighty ship, Daphne gave a hushed cry and burrowed her face into the curve of Orion's neck, her arms tight around his shoulders as she cried for the lives lost.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>22-05-2014, 17:56:20</strong>
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				<br>Eirene felt the wave smashing against her frame and pulling her away in less than a second. It was freezing cold and she used every ounce of her strength to keep herself at the water’s surface before another wave pulled her to the side and right into Themistocles’ reaching hand. She didn’t even see him jumping after her, yet she heard Daphne’s heart-shattering cry for her. Eirene clung to him tightly, kicking the water with her legs so that she wouldn’t be a bigger burden than she already was. She was breathing erratically, as if every breath was her last.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Don’t let go, don’t let go...” she kept saying to the young sailor, keeping close to him. He swam along the current, knowing that it was sheer madness to go against the waves, trying to reach the boat. They had no power against the storming ocean and the waters took them away as easily as drifting wood until finally – praised be the gods – Eirene and Themistocles reached the shore.<br>&nbsp;<br>Eirene was on her back with Themistocles’ protective arm still hooked around her waist. The chiton clung to her frame, revealing every curve and more. Her whole body was trembling. That was good. That meant she was alive.<br>&nbsp;<br>She jerked upwards with the violent strength of a man on its last chances and ran to the edge of the shoreline, looking at the sinking ship.<br><br>NOOOO!...<br><br>Her throaty shout ended in a wail and Eirene burst into silent tears and then into a fit of rage. She was ready to jump back into the water if Themistocles hadn't caught her from behind and forced her back. She fell on her knees, cursing and kicking like a woman possessed by the devil.<br>Her despair was complete. The ship lost its battle with the rocks of another island and ultimately with the waves, as more than half of it slowly sank into Poseidon's grasp. How many lives were lost? Eirene could not care but for Daphne's and Orion's. The former, one she refused to accept, the latter, one she didn't want to grieve. Yes, Eirene wished Orion was dead and cursed him for taking Daphne away from her, now possibly forever. She cursed herself for allowing her to go. Should she not agree to their union and drive Daphne into his arms, this day would never have come.<br><br>She should have kept Daphne in her home and face her parents and the world for that matter. What could they have done? Burn them alive in their own home? So be it, at least they'd die together and not be forced to live without her. Such was the nature of Eirene's grim thoughts aso her agony overflowed all reason and senses.<br><br>"Cursed be&nbsp; he! Cursed be myself!" She cried between violent sobs, not having the power to push Themistocles away, who still held her down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>28-05-2014, 23:14:03</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181783.msg10016825#msg10016825">Quote from: Jane Storm on 22-05-2014, 17:56:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Cursed be&nbsp; he! Cursed be myself!" She cried between violent sobs, not having the power to push Themistocles away, who still held her down.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Themistocles was lost. Never had the young sailor had to put so much effort to swim against the tide and waves. Never had he tried to save a person who showed so much despair. It was as if more than just Eirene's world was falling apart, it was as if the entire world was coming to doom for Eirene. There was something else, intriguing him - her eyes were always locked on the ship, not in the dangers ahead. From the beginning, all the crew found weird that Orion's young wife and this Eirene were left alone in Orion´s cabin - after questioning Orion, one of the sailors was told not to talk about it again. This is why Themistocles was lost. He did not quite understand why Eirene seemed to be reluctant to accept his assistance, even though he started to have a feeling. It did not matter: he grabbed her torso with his powerful arms and the women had little chance to resist. As time passed, the pretty blonde seemed to gave up, even though she continued to curse. Themistocles was indeed lost when he reached the beach.<br><br><strong>"Eirene"</strong>, he said, completely unaware of any formality. After all, the wet chiton clung to Eiren's body in a way that made her look like completely naked. Besides, his cloth had been lost in the violent sea, causing him to be completely naked. From his side, the sailor found the situation 'quite normal'. Staying on her top, he sat on her belly, pinned her shoulder on the sand and looked deep into her blue eyes. <strong>"Eirene, it comes as no good curse the Gods. Thanks to them, we are here. It is pointless to fight against their will. This will only bring more suffering to us"</strong>, Orion said. <strong>"I also liked many people in that ship. Orion was like a father to me"</strong>, he muttered looking at the horizon, where a lightning flashed the sky. highlighting the wreckages of Orion' ship. Based on the little experience Themistocles had on seafaring, it was very unlikely that the others had survived - after all, most people did not know how to swim. Soon would the bodies start to appear on the beach.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181783.msg10005855#msg10005855">Quote from: Lycana on 20-05-2014, 06:59:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; By the time Orion's hand found her hair within the darkness of the current surrounding them, her mind had slipped within itself while her heart stuttered to pump within her chest. The next time her large blue eyes fluttered open was to her husband's teary gaze as he watched her with an intensity that would have at the very least made her uncomfortable. The thought was only fleeting as salt water burned up her throat so that she was forced to turn away from him as she coughed, her body heaving on the damp sand. With tears not only shinning in her eyes but streaming down her cheeks she groaned as the last of the saltwater left her, her hair clinging tightly to her trembling form.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Acting out of instinct her eyes sought out that of her husband's before she fell into his arm, taking comfort in his hold as her eyes found what little of the ship could still be seen. The bow could just be seen as waves broke across its sinking end before it too was completely overtaken. Refusing to see the wreckage that would surely follow the collapse of the mighty ship, Daphne gave a hushed cry and burrowed her face into the curve of Orion's neck, her arms tight around his shoulders as she cried for the lives lost.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Regardless of the lightnings in the West, the sunbeams were finding their way through the clouds: the afternoon was still going to be sunny. The wind continued to blow strongly, moving the grey clouds away at an impressive pace. From behind Orion's head, who was frantically trying to massage Daphne's chest in the hope of bringing her back to life, the sun was blowing into life again. Water was dripping not only from his hair, but also from his eyes. He could not held himself: taking Daphne away from her home just to kill her was too traumatic for Orion. Never had he wished such a bad destiny for Daphne, not even when she 'admitted' she loved more Eirene than himself. After all, Orion loved Daphne...and Eirene. By then, Eirene was gone with everyone else though. Only Daphne could bring his hopes back.<br><br>And Daphne did not let him down.<br><br>Nothing would have prepared for what followed. Orion was straddling Daphne with his knees next to her when Daphne came back to life after a kiss meant to pump water out of her lungs. As the blonde petite opened her eyes, what she found was an emotional Orion, quite different from the one who received and treated her coldly in the last days. <strong>"You are alive!"</strong>, he spoke as his arms wrapped around her back, pushing her firmly to his chest. <strong>"You are alive"</strong>, he repeated several times, as if he did not believe his own eyes. His hands recovered the confidence that was almost gone when Daphne struggled for herlife with Hades, making it more comfortable for her to look for his neck. His embrace tried to warm her up as much as possible - the sun would still take some time to recover and Orion could feel her body trembling. <br><br>In no time were his sadness tears turned into happiness tears.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>02-06-2014, 19:50:22</strong>
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				Eirene was too weak to push Themistocles away and for the most part, she didn’t even want to. All she wanted in that moment was to die. Guilt, despair and loathe filled her, leaving room for nothing else.&nbsp; The sailors’ eyes brought her momentarily back to reality.<br><br>“No, they are alive. They have to be.”&nbsp; she said determined to believe her own words. If she was in denial, so be it, but Eirene had yet to see Daphne’s corpse.<br>&nbsp;<br>His strong muscles kept her against the cold sand and then another wave washed over them from behind. Eirene’s body trembled violently.<br>&nbsp;<br>“So c-cold...we n-need to built a fire.” Instinctively she reached to embrace him, knowing that his body was the closest source of warmth available. By then a violent turmoil stirred within her. Eirene believed Daphne and Orion to be dead, but part of her thoughts constantly reminded her that she and Themistocles survived. What if the same happened to her beloved and her husband? What if the gods hadn't been so cruel as to let her live and take Daphne away forever after she already believed her gone once. She needed to remain alive until she'd know for sure their fate. She was the strong one and if Daphne was alive, Eirene would be there for her. With or without Orion. Her heart cringed. The greek mistress didn't want him dead either. <br><br>For now Themistocles was the lifeline she clinged to. Looking deep into his eyes, seeing the savior more than the man, she spoke through trembling lips. <br><br>"We n-need to s-stay alive." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>05-06-2014, 07:20:31</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She cried against his skin until there was nothing left within her. Her hands curled into his wealth of hair and her body trembled against his own as the Mediterranean wind whipped around them, dancing across the deceitfully peaceful waves lapping at the white sandy shore. She cried for the lives she witnessed be swept into the rolling, churning ocean's depths. She cried for those still aboard the vessel as it sank beneath the crushing waves. For the young and the old who didn't deserve a sailor's death, for those left behind on shore whose hearts drowned with the men, for her own love...<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Daphne clung to her husband as the sun beat down upon them, battling the soul-deep chill that had taken up residence within the survivors. She happily lost herself to the comfort he provided while holding him in return. Wretched with misery as she initially woke to, choking horribly on the saltwater that had filled her lungs, she hadn't seen the depth of emotion coming from her recently stoic husband. There was no missing the way he clung to her though, his arms firm about her as though to keep her from taking so much as a step back towards Erebus. His repetitive whisper seemed to sink through her to touch her very heart. This was the Orion she agreed to marry. That good, sweet poet she only caught glimpses of rather than the distant man she had found after the ceremony. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tears drying on her cheeks and her body's trembling increasing, she slowly pulled away to peer up at him cautiously. Worried her actions may not be welcomed she brushed her lips against his own in a gentle, brief kiss. A caress meant to reassure both of the fragility of life and the joy of surviving. Her fingertips skimmed his shoulders even as she broke the kiss with a gentle blush finally bringing color to her complexion. "Orion, I..." She paused, searching for words she was unable to express. Part of her wanted to confess how she's missed him over the past few days, to fall back into his arms and pray this too will end. "We can't stay here, not out in the open at least. I-I... What do we need to do?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>06-06-2014, 17:03:08</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181783.msg10081078#msg10081078">Quote from: Lycana on 05-06-2014, 07:20:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">This was the Orion she agreed to marry. <br>Tears drying on her cheeks and her body's trembling increasing, she slowly pulled away to peer up at him cautiously. Worried her actions may not be welcomed she brushed her lips against his own in a gentle, brief kiss. A caress meant to reassure both of the fragility of life and the joy of surviving. Her fingertips skimmed his shoulders even as she broke the kiss with a gentle blush finally bringing color to her complexion. "Orion, I..." She paused, searching for words she was unable to express. Part of her wanted to confess how she's missed him over the past few days, to fall back into his arms and pray this too will end. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>This was the Daphne Orion had agreed to marry.<br><br>The sailor embraced Daphne even more strongly. The young girl was looking for his arms and his chest, longing for the protection he was able to provide. To his eyes, what she longed was exactly what he could better offer Daphne in that moment - one way or the other, all the women in his villa&nbsp; in Alexandria found his protection when they first reached there.<br><br>Daphne would not be different. Well, she would be different: Daphne was the only one formally married to Orion, which would give her a higher status not only in the society, but also in his villa. She was meant to be the queen in his villa. This is why she could not die. And she would not die in that desert beach.<br><br>His arms wrapped in her back as his lips somehow shyly touched her forefront, where part of her gold hair covered it. With his lips, he moved her hair away, leaving it as brushed as possible. He did not care Daphne took the initiative of breaking the kiss: she needed breathing after all and Orion knew the fragile-looking girl did not have powerful lungs of a swimmer. Such a reaction had not prevented Orion from continuing kissing her forefront and cheeks. Her fears came to surface and Orion was determined to calm her down.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181783.msg10081078#msg10081078">Quote from: Lycana on 05-06-2014, 07:20:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"We can't stay here, not out in the open at least. I-I... What do we need to do?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"You do not need to do anything"</strong>, Orion whispered in her left year as he stood to her right, holding her back with his arms and raising his wife off the sand easily. <strong>"You are tired and nearly got drowned. I do everything for you, m-m-m..."</strong>, Orion hesitated momentarily, swallowing words, and looked at what was left of his ship. <strong> "My beloved wife"</strong>, Orion added as he began to walk towards a rocky part of the beach. There, the sun beams had already started to warm the stones up. It was not the most comfortable place to be, but they were better than the area where the tides were breaking.<br><br>After laying her on the ground and kissing her forefront again, Daphne could see for the first time that Orion was nearly naked. Some strips of cloth were around his upper thighs, leaving his butts completely bare and his member hanging in a position clearly visible. For the first time since their wedding, Daphne was capable of seeing what she should have seen in their first night together: an endowed member that could certainly fulfill her depths when excited. Certainly, she had already spotted him in the ship, barely clothed. Then, the situation was completely different: Orion was completely naked in front of her truth to be said.<br><br><strong>"Shout if you need some help. I will not be far and I will be back soon"</strong>.<br><br>Orion did not care about his dismal situation Only Daphne mattered then. He jogged towards the other side of the beach and began to scan the place, considering where to spend the night and where&nbsp; to get food and water. Fortunately, a small stream was coming the thick vegetation - Orion kneeled by the stream, tasted the water and sighed relieved. It was drinkable.<br><br>Not far from that island, a similar but dissimilar scene was unfolding.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181783.msg10069377#msg10069377">Quote from: Jane Storm on 02-06-2014, 19:50:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“So c-cold...we n-need to built a fire.” Instinctively she reached to embrace him, knowing that his body was the closest source of warmth available. By then a violent turmoil stirred within her. <br>For now Themistocles was the lifeline she clinged to. Looking deep into his eyes, seeing the savior more than the man, she spoke through trembling lips. <br>"We n-need to s-stay alive." <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Her practical comment made Themistocles smile. Whether the motivation was the cold wave, whether it was his persuasion, it did not matter. Themistocles was happy to hear that not only was Eirene feeling cold - a sign that she herself was feeling alive -, but also she hoped there were survivors.<br><br>"Yes, we need to build a fire and staying alive is what I plan to do", hugging her even tighter, Themistocles just nodded,&nbsp; without actually meaning to do that. After a storm like that, it was very hard to find dry pieces of wood: no matter what Themistocles would do, it would be very hard make some fire for the time being. Luckily, there would be other solutions to keep Eirene warm. <br><br>Themistocles looked around and saw a large granite stone, under which the tides were breaking. Fortunately, the stone was so large that the splashing water did not reach its cover. As the sun was shining over the stone, that would be the best place to warm Eirene up, Themistocles concluded.<br><br>The young sailor moved to her left side and passed his left arm under her knees, while his right arm was embracing her upper back. Only then Themistocles came to realize how gorgeous Eirene was. Not the sort of pure, angelical beauty that Orion's wife enjoyed. Eirene's beauty was of a different type, probably gifted by Aphrodite or another nymph, Eirene had been able to preserve the softness and kindness of her teenage years - even better for her was the fact that the age did not take its toll on her face, which continued to be spotless.<br><br>While entertained with these thoughts, Themistocles was raising her and did not realize her right hand, falling down - she was too weak to control her body. This would not have been a problem were it not for the fact her hand touched his member. The combination of her touch and those thoughts about her beauty made his member harden and thicken nearly immediately. His legs trembled, his heart skipped a beat, his face did not hide the surprise: the inexperienced man looked away from her face. <br><br>After swallowing dry to regain his forces, Themistocles carried Eirene to the top of that stone, laying her safely on the ground. He kneeled next to her and his erection continued to be hard. His eyes avoided contact with Eirene's and he began to stand up: he should 'cool' himself down.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>08-06-2014, 22:38:26</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Held in his arms she relaxed against him at his gentle kiss to her brow, his affectionate kisses were met by a warm smile even as the chill of the salt water clung to her skin. The sun's heat did very little to dry her, her hair clinging to her skin and the ragged, soaked remains of her chiton, but her husband's tenderness touched her in a way Apollo's rays never could. Her heart leapt as he comforted her, his loving words making her breath catch in her throat even as she was permitted to hold him to her as though fearful another wave may sweep her back under. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Set on the ground once more she happily accepted his kiss before looking away from him, a blush coloring her cheeks to fan down her neck and disappear beneath the wet fabric covering her. Save for the intricate pieces of art decorating the piazza and adorning the gods' temples she had never seen a man so bared before. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Her Mistress had made sure she was no stranger to pleasure or the ecstasies of the flesh. Rope had bound her writhing form. Limbs caressed and were caressed in return. She had felt another moving in tangion to her own aching, arching body. But never with a man. She had cried out in pleasurable agony. Endured hours of tease and denial. Had found her release with but a single command. She knew intimately the female body but the masculine figure alluded her save the few, spares anatomy discussions she had with Eirene.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;When her husband left her to her own devices she was left too with his image burned in her mind. Her body had reacted to his own, how could it not? Needless to say she was attracted to her husband, she had not merely married him to rid herself of her home and all that reminded her of Eirene after all. Warmth, vastly different from her reaction to her husband's previous tenderness, spread through her. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest and the nearly transparent material covering her cast her pebbled nipples into shadows, barely visible from the wealth of damp blonde hair that clung to her body. Slick arousal grew between her legs and, as he walked away, she clenched her thighs together to alleviate some of the pressure before slowly standing.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her footwear having disappeared into the ocean's depths during the chaos of the storm, she carefully traversed barefooted across the heated rocks, the sun beating down on her. The opened shoulders of her chiton permitted her arms to be free as she climbed higher up the beach until she could rest on a fairly smooth rock however the closed side of her gown hampered her, getting in the way rather than providing any real aid. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Biting her lip as she sat in the sun, her fingertips touched the small brooch holding the sides of her dress together at her right shoulder, contemplating on releasing it to allow the wet garment to fall away. The ragged cuts rose as high as her thighs and the pin holding the metal, therefore the fabric, in place was grotesquely bent. It was a wonder it hadn't been ripped away entirely during her struggle against the crushing currents.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Daphne, swearing she could hear her mother's reproaching words in her head, glanced quickly about herself. Shy though she was, she was no fool. Her chiton would take longer to dry wrapped about her and in turn her skin longer. If Orion returned before she could dress again... Well he was her husband. He would see her eventually after all. With chilled, clumsy fingers she struggled with the twisted metal until she could free herself from it. The young blonde fanned the fabric out to her side before laying back, the heat emitting from the rock's surface earning a soft purr from between lightly parted lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>14-06-2014, 13:25:18</strong>
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				Eirene felt weak in his arms and all she thought of then was warmth. Helios was slowly making its way through the clouds, caressing the two castaways with its hot rays. Through the hazy swirl of sensations and thoughts, the woman suddenly realized that her fingers were brushing against Themistocles’ gender. How long has it been since she last touched or even saw a man so close to her?&nbsp; Years. <br><br>Once he settled her against the large, hot rock, Eirene took a deep breath and closed her eyes briefly. She was now engulfed by warmth and the wind couldn’t touch her skin or ruffle her hair anymore. Opening her eyes once more, a different view was revealed to her. <br><br>Themistocles stood up, naked and with a hard-on pointed directly at her.&nbsp; She squinted to avoid the sun blinding her and to avoid the view of Themistocles’s erection.&nbsp; <br>“You haven’t been around women too much, have you?” she said feebly. Even weakened, Eirene had a keen intuition.&nbsp; It occurred to her that she could tease the young man for days on end and he wouldn’t probably realize it. “Otherwise you’d be able to control yourself, to keep that thing in check.”<br>&nbsp;<br>She didn’t know why she felt the need to be harsh and cold with him. After all, he was the one who jumped into the violent waves to save her. He did save her.&nbsp; Part of her was grateful to him. Another part only hated Themistocles because he was so close to Orion and it reminded her of the Greek sailor that took Daphne away from her. Possibly forever.&nbsp; Eirene felt her eyes getting teary once more. She buried her face in her arms and brought her knees close to her chest.&nbsp; For a moment it seemed to the young man that she was about to cry again, but she suddenly jerked her head up and let out a loud, terrifying shout filled with all the pent up anger she wanted to release. <br><br>“AAAAAAAGGH!”&nbsp; <br><br>Breathing heavily, she finally calmed down. Eirene didn’t care what he thought of her, but in that time she looked like the Furies themselves. <br>“I can’t feel sorry for myself.” She mumbled and grabbed his hand. “Come and warm up beside me. We need to think where to go next from here. What do you know of this island?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>15-06-2014, 21:08:20</strong>
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				In his exploration of the surroundings, Orion was lucky to find wood, stones, fruits, a bowl to carry water and some other utensils that would later reveal to be useful. Apollo was smiling at them after Poseidon had spitted on them. Orion thought. As there was too much to carry, Orion pilled them under the largest tree, which was no higher than 6', and he jogged back to where Daphne was resting - the only thing Orion took was a peach. It did not take longer than five minutes for him to return to Daphne.<br><br>His jaw fell as Orion saw his Daphne completely naked laying where he had left her, causing him to come to a halt some 50 metres away from her. For a second, Orion thought that Daphne was offering herself to him in order to consummate their wedding. Had she heard a call from Aphrodite? Had she recognized how good Orion was? Had Daphne regretted all the offenses she had committed? These ideas troubled Orion for a while. In reality, none of them mattered. In that desert island, both were nothing but a man and a woman, stripped foe any social convention.<br><br>Orion' sense of appropriateness prevented him from worrying about his nakedness. If earlier some cloth was covering his thighs, by the time he started to walk again towards Daphne, that last tissue was gone. Reassured about the right thing to do, Orion walked slowly towards Daphne - the strong wind blowing from the sea whistled loudly, making it hard for Daphne to realize his approach. Orion kneeled right behind Daphne, stood on his fours behind her and all of sudden, appeared in front of Daphne's gaze, who was fixed on the sky, wondering about something Orion would never know for sure. Her eyes were lost in nowhere and her lips...<br><br>Her lips were parted away, sinfully inviting for his lips. Was his lips Daphne actually craved for? Orion did not bother and lowered his lips until both of them met. Orion tasted her lips during a couple of seconds - they were still trembling with cold, but in that tiny moment, he was capable of realizing a transformation, subtle yet strong, hesitating yet decided, fragile yet determined. He broke the kiss just to look at her eyes up-side-down. His breath was slow and firm. After all, Orion was at his peak, exulting manhood though every pore in his body. Standing at 6'2, his chiseled body, clean, hard, sharp-lined appearance as if carved out of a white marble, approached her. The balanced musculature highlighted his body's balance, proportion, and shape of each muscle. As Orion leaned, his sinews stood out and his skin sometimes achieved a smooth, papery look that further emphasized the lines of muscle and tendon. <br><br><strong>"Are you hungry, Daphne? I brought you a peach?"</strong>, Orion spoke as his right hand offered her the fruit. <br><br>In a not so far island, yet inaccessible, another couple or yet to be couple, departing from a completely different perspective, was also struggling to survive.<br><br>Yet to be couple because Eirene did not seem to treat Themistocles with the respect he deserved. At first, her harsh words startled the young sailor and his face did not hide his confusion. How could an educated Mistress nurture such bad manners? Of course, his shaft pointed at Eirene did not make things easier for Themistocles. Even so, used to the nakedness of his body, Themistocles found that almost situation natural, were it not for his hard-on. He swallowed dry, embarrassed looked away.<br><br><strong>"I have never been with a woman, Eirene"</strong>, the sailor muttered, without considering that as a somber demeanor for his condition: having slept or no with a woman would happen in due time. What bothered him was that his statement might have given her the impression he lacked experience to control himself. Shortly after, he began to walk to the woods, not far from that stone where Eirene was laying, almost ignoring her - as a man, it was his role to provide for their survival. He could listen to her sobering and even so, he continued to walk until...<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181783.msg10121228#msg10121228">Quote from: Jane Storm on 14-06-2014, 13:25:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“AAAAAAAGGH!”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>&nbsp; <br><br>What caught Themistocles attention was her begging. Her argh made Themistocles turn his torso to see a woman falling a part at the same time, she tried to rebuild herself. The view broke his heart. Until ten days ago, Eirene was a rich Mistress in Athens, living among the rich aristocrats and enjoying the best that the coins could afford. Then, Eirene saw her world crumble and everything she knew was replaced by an endless emptiness. Such a pitiful view of the once powerful woman made Orion walk swiftly to her side, kneeling next to her, while Eirene struggled to control herself.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181783.msg10121228#msg10121228">Quote from: Jane Storm on 14-06-2014, 13:25:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Come and warm up beside me. We need to think where to go next from here. What do you know of this island?” </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Themistocles did not quite understand her words. Just few moments ago, the mature blonde was mocking at Themistocles. Then, her attitude changed completely from water to wine. Still puzzled, Themistocles looked at Eirene, whose arms were spread apart, somehow inviting him to join her in a hug. The naive sailor did not quite understand what she meant by warming her. To his eyes, Eirene just wanted to share the temperature, because she was still feeling cold. Oddly, Themistocles felt her skin dry and quite warm due to the sun rays. At the same time, as the man embraced her, he made an effort to keep her erection away from her - his attempt was largely unsuccessful because his member touched her right right.<br><br><strong>"I know nothing, but we will find out everything together"</strong>, the man in his late teens replied, shivering as he felt her flawless skin on his suntanned body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>17-06-2014, 07:17:12</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Against her better judgement her eyes grew heavy and the young woman, a nymph laying bare upon the ocean's shore, dozed beneath the beating sun. With a drowsy smile curling delicately parted lips, she stretched out upon the rock's smooth surface, lost in her own sleepy thoughts and oblivious to her husband's approach. Had she been in a more solid frame of mind would she have covered herself the moment she discovered his presence? Perhaps. Instead when she was finally made aware of Orion's presence, she shielded her baby blue eyes to peer up him, her sleepy smile still painting her lips.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Silence remained between the young couple for a heartbeat. Two. Three. Allthewhile the blush that had finally begun to recede from their previous encounter once more graced the stage that was her features, brightening her cheeks and tickling across the bridge of her nose. Strands of her hair, having mostly in Orion's absence, were caught by the breeze to flirt across the rock. They tickled his forearm and seemed to beg for his touch just as surely as she inwardly begged for his kiss.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;No one could say she was immune to the sailor, her charm alone had been enough to set her heart aflutter. It had always been her love for Eirene that kept her at arm's length from the man. Yet now Eirene wasn't there, her lover had told her to leave and she had. Now she and Orion were husband and wife, weren't these emotions encouraged? Was it not accepted for them to kiss, to touch, to feel?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As though he knew the desires that burned their way through her veins, her lips were brushed by his own. The kiss was but a taste, fleeting by nature and a tease by design. Was she meant to ignore the fire that raged within? How? To what end? As far as she was aware they were alone, stranded on an island without another soul to occupy it. She ached for him to deepen the kiss, to thrust his hand into her hair and hold her beneath him as he claimed her lips just before claiming her entirety. But her shy character kept her from asking him. Daphne could feel the words play on her tongue yet they refused to be uttered, instead conveyed but the tremble in her lips - brought on by something far stronger than the chill that held her - before they were covered by the light touch of her own fingertips.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Peering up at him from where she lay she breathed deeply to collect her bearings, his question bringing a deeper smile to her lips. She was hungry all right. Starved to be precise but not at all for what he held in his hand.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Rather than think about her actions, she rolled to lay on her stomach before pushing herself up to her hands and knees. From there she ran her hands along his arms and up his neck to bury in his hair while her lips found his. Tentative at first she slowly gained the courage to deepen the kiss, wanting - <em>needing</em> - to give him the marriage night they never had and to feel the rush of utter life in it's truest form, through pleasured and bond between two people. Slowly, uncertain of his reactions at such a bold move from the normally timid creature before him, she broke the kiss, her eyes searching for his own.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"I am hungry, Orion..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>17-06-2014, 15:07:33</strong>
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				It was the warmth of another soul she needed then more than the warmth of his body. Eirene never felt so empty, nor alone in her life. Before meeting Daphne she spent her days in the luxury and comfort of her home, bedding occasional lovers and spending time to enrich her knowledge of the arts. Now her world crumbled in less than a day.<br>&nbsp;<br>Her arms reached for his back and she pulled the young sailor into a tight embrace. Perhaps she felt that losing herself in the act of pleasure would make her forget the sorrow. Maybe Eirene wanted to take revenge for Daphne’s betrayal by acting like she didn’t care anymore. Or mayhaps Themistocles was the only soul she could convey her feelings to in that moment, in her own erratic, hard to understand way. It did not matter. Her warm breath lingered on his neck for a while before she pressed her lips on his neck. There was a certain pleasant sensation she felt by having his weight slightly upon her. Definitely it wasn’t something she could experience with Daphne. Eirene touched his back and slowly her fingers roamed over his muscles, feeling their shape, coming to understand the beauty of a man’s body through experience. Her late husband has never been much of a lover and none could say that he was a handsome man. The few memories she had about their nightly unions were short and filled with discontent. But now, now she could honestly say that Themistocles made her feel aroused.<br>&nbsp;<br>She kissed his neck and felt his erection throbbing on her thigh. The idea itself was appealing and Eirene had a brief image of what must it feel like to be taken by a man again. Still, the mourning mistress gently pushed him away to gaze at his eyes.<br>&nbsp;<br>“How interesting that you know not of a woman’s love when I loathe that of a man’s. Don’t worry, I shall be your teacher. The only thing I require in return is obedience. Can you honestly see yourself doing what a woman orders? Submitting to her will as if she were your master and patron? If so, I will teach you things beyond your wildest imagination. If not, we can pretend you never heard these words.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>17-06-2014, 20:28:09</strong>
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				Orion let the peach fall from his hands. Definitively, Daphne was hungry and needed that fruit. However, her eyes and attitudes were begging for a different kind of meal, much more focused on killing her lust than any other immediate physical need. Even though Orion has always been ready for everything, the sudden change and determination in her words invited Orion for a more than desired change in his attitude. <br><br>Feeling her body close to his own, Orion smiled without faking his feelings for the first time since they sailed from Athens. Her fingers on his hair remembered him of his sweetest dreams, right after getting to know Daphne, when he nurtured the hope of the ones in love, that she would surrender her heart to him. It took time, it took pain, it took a tragedy, Eirene was nothing but a ghost from an already distant past. Finally, her heart was moving towards his at the speed of light. Her rosy lips caressed his own, causing him to stop breathing as her tongue teased and pleased a still in heaven Orion. Her lips tasted like ambrosia and Orion's heart speeded. His hand slowly began to look for her waist and back, as she continued to kiss him. <br><br>When that magic moment was interrupted by her initiative. She was hungry and Orion was willing to feed her with the nectar of his love. The poetic sailor recited a poem he had wrote several weeks ago and had been waiting for the right opportunity. Why not the moment when both of them finally find love?<br><br><em>Rambling down a cobbled pathway,<br>I stumbled upon a wild rose,<br>Deep garnet red,<br>Velveteen petals each curled to perfection,<br>Luminescent and innocently pretty,<br>A coy damsel oblivious of her beauty,<br>Fading away unadored and unsung,<br>Looking at me, she blushed<br>I stood love stung, adoring her,<br>Borrowed a steam bearing a bud"</em><br><br>A brief pause to regain the breath. With eyes beaming with love, Orion continued.<br><br><em>Planted her proudly in my garden,<br>Ever day, day after day,<br>I watched my rose break out of its chrysalis,<br>Groomed it with devout care,<br>Nurturing it with fertilizer,<br>Admiring it with every moment,<br>Watching it grown and come into full bloom,<br>Tall and elegant till it grew</em><br><br><strong>"You, Daphne, you are this rose. Bend down and kiss me on the lips, my rose, my Daphne"</strong>, Orion repeated, this time pushing her lips closer as his hand controlled her neck.<br><br>The happy end (or should one say the happy beginning) in one island contrasted with what was going in the other, where a somehow twisted tale was unfolding.<br><br>Everything started slowly. First, Eirene's embrace by itself made his member throb clumsily and hit her belly several times. Luring Themistocles into a trap, Eirene touched his body in several sensitive spots, causing him to moan and shiver - for a moment, Themistocles thought that such a woman was not a lesbian, but a professional whore, such was her skills in the art of pleasure giving. Her lips licked his neck, while Themistocles was giving up exerting any control over his own body. He did not see Eirene as a threat, he saw her as a next step in his own life.<br><br>After bringing Themistocles to the edge of an orgasm - inexperienced men are far more easier to reach climax than experienced men -, Eirene presented her proposal. Themistocles felt like a click in his head, warning him about the spirit of that woman, a real lion under the skin of a sheep. Their gazes met as Eirene did not seem to worry about the lack of morality in her proposal. What she wanted was to see a true submission of that young man to his primal instincts.<br><br>Themistocles was both surprised and intrigued with Eirene's attitude. Her aggressiveness made him think what Eirene thought about him. He was a virgin, but that did not mean he was a fool. The directness of her proposal was only shadowed by the growing excitement he felt as Eirene, once a powerful Mistress in Athens and now a helpless damsel in distress, put her body in action.<br><br>Her plan could have worked had Themistocles not lived so long with Orion. His master had taught him the importance of self-control, the need to resist the wrongdoing, the real value of power and how tease it...to his own benefit. Moreover, he had taught that certain women needed to be tamed and this could not be done by any underdog male. All the examples given by the wise Orion jumped into his mind in a fraction of second. That woman was not reliable.<br><br>Neither was he going to play the hero for Eirene.<br><br>Without saying further words, Themistocles surrendered to his own lust on his own terms, not hers. He did neither accept, nor decline her offer, letting her curiosity lingering still. Using his superior strength, his both hands gripped her wrists and forced Eirene down, causing her to lay on the pebbles. Was that a yes, I accept? The young Adonis straddled over her waistline and began to kiss her neck and suck her nipple in a clearly strange way, not as a lover, but as an uncontrolled beast. The god guy had turned into a bad guy in view of the prospect of becoming a slave. Even so, his attitudes did not allow Eirene to come to any conclusion. His eagerness to take her body showed Themistocles had given up fighting his moral restraints. How did she dare to turn Themistocles into a will slave? <br><br>His thoughts were in flames as he moved his penis towards her pussy. Lacking the expertise, he thrusted her several times without reaching her folds: sometimes, his member would slide upwards to her belly, other times it would go to her butts. Little did he know that men and women would have mocked his first performance - for some, he would still continue to be a virgin. As a matter of fact, Themistocles was gaining little pleasure from that and the thought that learning the arts of lovemaking could buy his freedom sounded even more ridiculous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>01-07-2014, 08:46:54</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wordlessly she urged him to touch her, arching into his hold the moment his hands spanned her narrow waist yet all the while seeking more of his touch. There had only been one other person she had craved to feel like this and it was a brief struggle to ban the vibrant brunette from her mind lest the blonde nymph drown in her grief. Setting her will to scrub away all that remained of her Mistress from her heart and soul in order to find piece, she banished all thoughts of Eirene from her mind. Instead she threw herself into focusing on the gentle lilt of her husband's voice, the sound a seduction in itself.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her poet had returned to her and with very word that left his lips her heart soared. In silence she listened, her head bowed ever so slightly to watch him from beneath her eyelashes. Blue eyes sparkled as brilliantly as the ocean behind them yet they remained fixed on her husband with no small amount of admiration. Daphne couldn't honestly say she was deeply, madly in love with Orion but it was a step closer she happily took.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;When the last words finally rolled off his tongue and the hand on her neck urged her forward she complied with a gentle curl of her lips. Without a word she rose to meet his lips in a slow explorative kiss that sent shivers racing down her spine. Her heart raced and her breathing hitched and still she clung to him with a desperate fervor. This went past the need to feel alive after their narrow escape from becoming two more souls lost in the crowds of lost souls on the Acheron's riverbanks without payment for the ferrier. This was not about losing themselves in one another in order to escape from the direc reality they faced alone on this seemingly forgotten island. Daphne merely embraced Orion with a soft sigh and a welcome smile, holding him to her as she should have done upon their departure from Athens. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Pulling back ever so slightly she met his gaze warmly as a delicate blush dusted her fine features. Tender, feminine lips brush against his own with a passionate tremble when she finally spoke. "Orion, that was beautiful beyond words. The Mousai must have blessed you for surely the muses themselves must smile at your words." Again she offered her lips to his own for another soulful kiss, her hands clutching into fists behind his back in an effort to draw him closer to his bride. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>04-07-2014, 00:28:28</strong>
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				And the couple kissed each other passionately. <br><br>Far more exciting and cheerfull than the words recited by Orion, the synchronized touch of their lips unfolded all the desire for Daphne that Orion had been trying to keep at bay. Eirene was gone and there was no need of hiding his real feelings as a first line defense against her advantage over Daphne. The young blonde was all his. Now and forever. Her lips came to his as a sign of her complete surrender. More than his poetic words, more than his chiseled body, more than his great richness, it was Orion that Daphne longed for. <br><br>His member hardened as her hands grew more and more confident, exploring his godlike body as the sun was slowly going down. Using his hands to control her and keep her warm at the same time, Orion felt the temperature increasing in spite of the never-stopping sea brise blowing onto their body. Releasing his grip on her neck and moving his arms onto her back, his embrace covered her back as his muscular arms were thick enough.<br><br>The naive Orion thought that her reaction would be surprised. What could a woman have taught Daphne? She probably knew little about the art of lovemaking. To his greatest surprise, it seemed that Daphne's body danced along his, looking for the right sinew to touch, the appropriate side to lean against, the right place to caress. His shaft reacted and Daphne felt his manhood at its splendour making a way between their both bodies. More exciting though was to feel her grip on his neck, begging for another kiss, signaling that she wanted to consummate their wedding finally.<br><br>It was Daphne's free will.<br><br><strong>"A muse must have inspired me, my beloved Daphne"</strong>, Orion spoke, almost panting given the excitement he was feeling. <strong>"I hope a love nymph help us to have a wonderful start"</strong>, Orion concluded, praying for the gods to give him the virility of a faun and making her lean her back against a large granite stone, not far from where the waves of the rising tide were hitting. Daphne`s time had finally arrived. Their time had arrived.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>11-07-2014, 06:56:09</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her heart hammered in her chest as the sun-warmed skin of her back met the hotter rock's surface with a gentle thud. The rounded face gave little to no chances to dig into her skin and instead offered a stiff bed for the two of them. Still she trembled beneath him, a blush managing to further darken her flushed cheeks and yet her fingertips neither wavered nor did they tremble as she held him to her, encircling his shoulders in a tight embrace. Only after a heartbeat, two, three, did she release him. Instead her touch found the gentle curve of his spine as he settled atop her, turning downward to the slight dip at his hips.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her lips matched her roaming hands by peppering gentle kisses across his features. They found their way down from his own lips to trail along his cheek, pearly teeth nibbled at his jaw and nipped playfully at his chin until she managed to wrangle a smile from his cupid's bow. Pulling back her blonde tresses lay fanned out on the rock's surface, just close enough to the crashing, twirling waves to feel the spray dampen her bare skin. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Truth be told she had long since forgotten the bone-deep chill that had tormented her just a little while earlier. Even now the cold breeze that whispered over their skin barely registered in her mind, so engrossed in her soon-to-be-lover that even the salt clinging to their skin simply added to the sensuality of the moment. High above the sea birds cried out only to remain unnoticed by the newlyweds, too lost in the feel of another to acknowledge even the wild beauty of the still untouched land. "Orion," his name fell from kiss-bruised lips just as her legs willingly, if a tad shyly, parted for him; her body urging him on even as her breath caught with trepidation in her throat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 19:38:30</strong>
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				Her parted legs and her moaning were more than Orion needed to let any shyness or care aside. Orion was before a she-wolf, a lycana, dressed like a sheep, hiding her claws to attack in the right moment, when she felt abandoned. That was all Orion need to unfold his transformation from a poet to a wolf - after all, his male pride could not let that fragile girl to tell him how to perform love. Never had he feared a woman and Daphne was not going to be different. Of course, all his other girls were not maids, all of them were experienced to a certain extent: whores or former sex slaves. Orion had learned the sweet nectar of the art of lovemaking from experienced women, who surrendered to his will in different levels. From a certain perspective, Daphne was no different from those girls, except that her hymen had never been broken. Or at least, so did Orion think so.<br><br>In spite of being taken over by his primal instincts, Orion was still nervous. All his women had told him that the first time was hardly a pleasant moment. The sailor was determined to excel himself, to do different and provide his wife - yes, that was the first time he dared call someone his wife - with the best first impression she could have. Even though he had not planned, his experience and wittiness rather than his instincts would guide his hands in that journey.<br><br>Surprisingly, rather than taking Daphne and thrusting her in that position, with her back leaned against the vertical marble stone, Orion decided to bring her to the ground. In spite of her sensual face, her curves and sounds, he manhandled Daphne easily, laying her straight and straddling over her. When she probably expected him to lay on her top and kiss her, Orion surprised her once more. He stood on his fours, with his back arched, pinning her shoulder firmly with his ankles and letting his erection, powerful and swinging, not far from her lips, but out of her reach. On the other hand, her shaved pussy, a requirement deriving from the lovely encounters with another woman, was at the reach of his head. <br><br>Just as he had learned so many times from his women, Orion leaned on her pussy and laid his unshaven cheek on her belly, causing her to feel spiked by his hard hard. If she expected Orion to be rough, Daphne's husband was just starting. He slid his head down towards her pussy, in order to swirl his tongue around herouter labia and lick it for a couple of minutes. He felt her body jerking and protesting under his own ankles' tie - Orion did not hesitate to use his elbows to pin, possibly painfully, her thighs against the warming rock. In that moment of control, Daphne could feel the raw strength of a man over her. As Daphne struggled almost in vain, Orion slid his tongue towards her pussy and started to suck it while his tongue, from time to time, entered her depths.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 07:07:33</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;With her back to the rock and her cheeks dampened by the ocean's spray Daphne felt a trickle of fear begin to spread. Orion was not wrong in his assumption concerning her virginity. Despite the pleasure she happily gave and received from her Mistress she had never been taken in such a way and now she grew apprehensive as the moment drew near. Still, seeming to sense the edginess that had begun to foul her mood, her husband surprised her. Well-practiced hands moved her as he saw fit so that he pinned her beneath him, her shoulders flat against the rock's surface and her legs forcefully spread. Exposed and vulnerable, her hips gave the slightest of jerks at the foreign brush of his day's-growth against the soft skin of a trimmed stomach before settling back down for the time being.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Pinned beneath her husband for the first - and she hardly doubted, the last - time, she trembled. She had been tied down, held bound in the air, twisted and turned beneath the steady pressure of rope biting into her flesh, even felt the cold sting of metal chains holding her place. Each new garment of bondage had been met with a nervous excitement. Bound to the bed or immobilized against the wall she had found a sense of unrestricted freedom that contrasted in agonizing pleasure to the bindings that caressed and dared to bruise her. Even now she swore she could feel silken rope being made to lead in a torturous tickle across her skin, promising a wicked delight of the senses yet when blue eyes fluttered open it was not to rope being manipulated into clever knots but of a sailor's sunkissed skin above her.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His name hung on her tongue for a moment however as petal soft lips part to call out to him the brush of a newly familiar tongue against the softest part of her erased any thoughts she might have had. Willingly she pushed to spread her thighs wider for his intrusion, her hips struggled - yet whether to rise for more or fall away in a shy coyness is impossible to say - and her voice rose to rival the crashing of the tide upon the well-worn rocks. Turning her head against the blinding pleasure, she whimpered softly beneath her breath and nipped in irritation at his ankle for daring to keep his bride for exploring his own form with the same leisurely pace he did. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A pout tugged threateningly at her lips despite the breathy gasps and moans that escaped her. Pinned as she was she could not draw him into her mouth the way he did her nor could her hands reach far with her shoulders held securely to the rock beneath them. Nevertheless she could not be swept away by pleasure without giving some in return. Reaching up as high as she could, she gripped his thighs with the same feminine claws he had admired earlier and tugged in an effort to draw him closer to her so that she may at least attempt to deliver the same soul-searing pleasure that threatened to send her careening off a cliff. "Please..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>26-08-2014, 19:54:27</strong>
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				Yet excited, Orion's member was not at its apex. Hard and erect, his shaft in that situation probably already towered over most men - he was physically strong and his member reflected his raw power. The wolf side of Orion as a predator in the "food chain of the weaker sex" would not have been taken had he not been gifted for that mission - women after all had to enjoy what was given to her. Daphne could be sure that no one else could introduce her into the pleasures of an heterosexual relationship. On the other hand, Daphne's past experience meant that here was a lot for Daphne to do, and he felt that his wife could play a role in smoothing his member into her depths. The mere thought of her tongue wetting his member made it throb. After all, a relationship built upon the mutual understanding and help, even during the sexual intercourse, was necessary for a happy married life.<br><br><strong>"Just do not get me too excited"</strong>, Orion whispered in the hope that Daphne had some previous knowledge of what could happen to a very large member inside her tight pussy. His member would open herself to a new kind of pleasure, if compared to as Eirene's tongue. However, a hard shaft could be a painful experience for someone used to softness and he lowered his waistline, so that the tip of his shaft came into the reach of her lips. He wanted to save the best for Daphne, but at the same time, he feared that the young maid could be hurt during the intercourse by the impressive size of his member. Shortly after, he offered Daphne his balls to be teased. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>31-08-2014, 06:17:37</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>'Happy wife, happy life.'</em> Wasn't that the age old saying? If that were true the petite blonde hardly doubted her new husband will have any hardships in that endeavor. With her eyes squeezed closed she swore she saw stars burst around her and jewel blue eyes fluttered with each agonizingly pleasurable stroke of his tongue and talented caress of his fingers. A man with such pleasurable knowledge was surely dangerous to all women, so much so she wondered how he remained legal. Some distant thought of how he came to understand the wisdom of the sinfully carnal but Daphne quickly pushed it aside, refusing to allow jealousy's ugly head to rise even a moment during the beauty in their shared moment. Trembling hands clung to him when the rock below offered no comfort, and her body rose and writhed beneath the pinning weight of his form, crying out when she was forced to endure every bit of his torment without a way to distract herself.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;When an opportunity to ease the spinning of her mind presented itself she grasped at it. The moment his hips dropped Daphne lavished her attentions on his erect length, her tongue flattening against his tip before plush lips found themselves wrapped around him. How strangely different he was compared to what she had grown familiar with. Eirene had been soft flesh and breathy sighs, taking with a feminine grace to made Daphne eager to curl into her every night. Orion possessed the same controlling domination, giving her tantalizing tastes of what she could have before leaving her wanting more, yet had a style all his own. The only hard edge to her beloved Mistress had been her keen mind and razor sharp tongue while every inch of Orion stood hard at attention, strong in physique as he was in scholarly knowledge and the more she explored of her husband the more she discovered herself enjoying him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>14-09-2014, 18:38:09</strong>
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				Orion felt his wife's tongue exploring his length with enthusiasm and care. Certainly, a male shaft was something different from the female folds. However, the young Daphne seemed to have learned pretty well how to make her partner tremble. At the moment her tongue touched his exposed glans, his entire body shivered, nearly causing him to ejaculate. He took a deep breath and looked at her with mixed feelings: hadn't he ordered her not to excite him too much? However, it did not take long for his grimaces disappear, completely unnoticed to the eyes of his wife, who was concentrated on pleasuring him.<br><br>And Daphne was doing it pretty well. Orion did not see a shy start. On the contrary, there was excitement in her moves, her tongue trailing the ways of his veins, already exposed in his long shaft. His member struggled not long against her tongue, but also against her grip. It pulsated vibrantly, showing how much life Orion had to offer to his wife. His hands went initially for the flat some and gripped some of them, dropping right after. He longed touching her body, her breasts, her cheeks. At the same time, he knew that would impair her ability of serving him, of thanking him, of worshipping him.<br><br>Time passed swiftly and Orion simply gave up struggling against his own lust. He closed his eyes and tilted his head backwards as a goosebump ran down his spine. He contracted his abs and his thighs, nearly throwing Daphne violently out of his body. Soon did he regain the control, while Daphne continued to work on his length. Daphne would be rewarded with his seeds, which she seemed to be told about, but never tasted them before.<br><br><strong>"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh"</strong>, Orion moaned as his hands went for her cheeks, holding his length inside her mouth when his sperm invaded her mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>22-09-2014, 04:49:58</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The petite blonde's nose wrinkled slightly in amusement at his pleasured cries moments before she was forced to swallow around him, her throat fluttering strongly around his length with each draw she took. When his release was finally over and she was permitted to pull away on a gentle gasp, she couldn't resist the self-satisfied smile that tugged at her lips as she stretched back across the sun-warmed rocks, her hands rising above her head as her back arched towards him with her own growing impatience. <em>'Touch me...'</em> She silently begged her husband, the words a caress on her tongue that pleaded to be voiced. Only her own slight embarrassment kept her silent. It was one thing to lay bare before the man she had sworn to love and honor for the rest of her life, it was another matter entirely to implore him to hold her tighter him and make her scream from ecstasy.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Still the words hovered on her mind until her hips rose to meet empty air and pearly little teeth nipped at his inner thigh, not allowing him a moments peace to regain his composure. The warmth of the sun, the crash and delicate spray of salt water on her skin, the brush of his flesh against her own, she was near driven mad by a desire he had stirred within her. Had she the chance to escape the confinements his body above hers forced her into she would have slipped free to draw him into a hungry kiss. Daphne's fingers itched to bury within his hair, to find relief from the fires that threatened to consume her in his own form, to feel his lips skate across her flesh in a race after his own cool breath. Yet for the moment she was denied, left to grasp at his hips above her head when the rock bed beneath proved unsympathetic to her plight.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Orion..." She gasped beneath him, his name a whispering caress as it rolled off her tongue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>02-10-2014, 22:29:10</strong>
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				In his selfish way, Orion orgasmed lonely and enjoyed the feelings that followed, almost forgetting that his beloved Daphne was still there - that was strange, specially because that moment was meant to be theirs. For some time, Orion thought that he was among the females in his harem in Egypt - to a certain extent, it was Daphne's fault, since she had exceeded his best expectations. His hands went loose and let the beautiful girl go free momentarily at the same time that his erection was slowing turning flaccid and laying on his belly - his fingertips touched his belly, thighs and chest, highlighting the pleasure that the large man was enjoying with minimum effort. Even though she was enjoying the taste of his seeds, they were not enough to kill the passion flames burning inside the woman. She was still to find out more about love and Orion was fooling around.<br><br>That divagation did not last long. Like a wild cat, Daphne's burning desire made her bite his legs and scratch his skin. Her man's reaction was immediate. Orion's eyes, which were nearly shutting down, went wide open as his heart speeded and his head raised to meet her fierce gaze. She saw his member rising to its full size right in front of her head in a display of his power - from that position, Daphne could hardly decipher whether his face was excited or angered, mostly because his chest was going up and down, powering his muscular body up for what was coming. While that rebellious behaviour should be tamed, Orion actually liked it: he was still full of power to spend on his wife and a reminder was always welcomed.<br><br><strong>"You like it rough?"</strong>, Orion whispered as his right hand gripped her long hair and with a single hand, he pulled her upwards his body mercilessly but also allowing her time to adapt her self and minimize the pain - he was not there to torture her after all. At first, her bare breasts were in touch with his ripped abs and pecs, but as she moved up, his bent shaft also rubbed her body until it emergerd again between her thighs. By the time they were close to his lips, her nipples were even more hardened. All the way Daphne could feel his confidence in controlling her with his sheer force. <strong>"Do I have a wild cat?"</strong>, Orion winked as he watched Daphne's semblance grimace as a result of his actions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>08-10-2014, 21:49:48</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A soft hiss escaped clenched teeth as her hair was pulled, immediately urging her upward from where she had happily been splayed across the rocks. The hiss, perhaps more of an answer to her husband’s questions that she originally meant it to be, was followed by a low, throaty laugh when he asked if she was his wild cat, her body arching into his own as her salt-licked skin brushed against his own in an intimate caress. Although her time with Eirene had always been affectionate, playful even one could argue, Daphne had never been so bold, so impatiently needful in her actions. The brush of her nipples against his chest earned a moan hushed by the crashing sea, the glide of his length against her skin sent a shiver racing up her spine, and when he finally pulled her to where he wanted her, her hands found his shoulders and clung tightly, trembling against him.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Orion, please,” she whimpered, his whispered words doing nothing to diminish or fully satisfy the slickness increasing between her thighs. Her arms slipped around his broad shoulders, allowing her to trail her nails up his back before burrowing into the wealth of hair atop his head. She wanted to lean into him, to pepper kisses down the strong line of his neck and nibble at his shoulders. All of it was too much, too quick, too sudden but truth be told she wasn’t sure she would have it any other way. The very murmur of his voice was a seductive promise that played havoc on her body just as it made her heart pound in a way no other man had managed to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>27-10-2014, 15:38:09</strong>
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				As Daphne's body slid over Orion's, the large sailor man could feel the excitement that was taking over the young female's body. He did not mean to be sadistic: in reality, he knew that the longer the foreplay would last, the longer her memories about that moment would be. As her first man, Orion wanted to make sure that those memories would last forever and would surpass anything that Eirene might have made in the past. He had already felt the overreaction of females at the rough tough of his calloused hands, at the grip on her hair, at the harsh manipulation of their bodies. Daphne was no different of any other woman, no matter what her past with another woman had been.<br><br>Daphne's passion was going out of control as Orion felt the barrage of kissing and scratching taking over his body. His large erection was rubbing between her thighs, feeling compressed from time to time, but still out of the "right place". In order to buy some more that - the friction of their bodies was making Orion to grow too excited once more, he used his right leg to engulf between her both thighs and then he felt the wetness: it was not the salt water from the sea, but that blessed liquid coming from her depths, signaling that the female maid was ready to be deflowered.<br><br>Without asking whether she was comfortable or not, Orion grabbed her waistline and rolled her to the side. Her back was now laying on the hard rock bed, feeling the salt water running under the small cleavages. His body was now working as an umbrella, protecting her from the spraying water when the waves hit that stone, not far from where the couple was. With his two hands, Orion pinned her beloved wife's wrists on the rock as gentally as possible and raised his torso, allowing Daphne to see his washboard abs and beyond them, his impressive mast.<br><br>Orion leaned closer to her right earlobe, licked the waves and whispered with a panting voice. <strong>"Are you ready for me?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>09-11-2014, 06:28:21</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Everything he did, from the brush of his masculine muscle along feminine softness to the gentle glide of his breath across her skin, belied his experience. Even though she tried to match his carnal knowledge, going step-by-step with him the entire way, yet still she found herself following his lead. The differences between a man and a woman, both in body and in technique, becoming more and more apparent with each passing second making her doubt herself so thought her body trembled beneath his own and her touch a shy brush more than a brave caress. Could he tell? When he laid her back down on the hard rock, her body sheltered by the large expanse of his own and her wrists pinned above her head by only one of her husband's large hands. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She gave a whimper of pure feminine need as her thighs were made to part around Orion's narrow waist, instinctively hooking her ankles behind him so that her heels press into his rear, urging him closer. And still he leaned back giving her space as though he knew her head still spun with arousal and overwhelming emotions, and he was offering her just enough air to breath and clear her mind enough to relax back into him. She could love him all the more for the thoughtful tenderness. When he gazed down upon her and finally lowered himself, she couldn't resist arching into him so that lush curves melded to hard muscle or withhold the moans that threatened to rival the very sea with its passion when his lips found the sensitive flesh at her ear. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Didn't he know she had been ready for him? Proof of her need stained her inner thighs and her very soul quivered with unimaginable hunger. Her body clenched, desperate to be filled, her breasts aching and their twin peaks tightened in the Mediterranean air. She had been ready for him when his thigh had initially parted her thighs to press against the softest part of her, when he had pulled her up to him by his grip on her hair and whispered to her, his voice a dark seduction all its own. "Please...?" The word was swallowed by the churning sea so close to her and when she realized it her lips pursed into a small pout.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Rising her hips, slick flesh glided against male hardness and her hands tugged at his hold briefly, much in the same way she would tug at Eirene's ropes binding her. Was this the same? Orion had already proved is more dominant characteristics, just as he had revealed the poet beneath her sailor's tough exterior. But was this like her relationship with her beloved Mistress? Inwardly she shook her head to clear thoughts of the curve brunette from her mind, choosing instead to focus on the budding love and consuming fire raging within her for her husband. Suddenly unsure whether to be grateful for the restriction of her hands or pout at her inability to touch him, she instead pressed her heels into his back, urging him closer even as her hips rolled against his own, desperate to be as close as physically possible to her husband.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Take me, Orion..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 21:33:41</strong>
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				Whatever had been Daphne's previous experience, deep inside Orion was surprised to see such an initiative. On her top, Orion did not show any hesitation - on the contrary, his hands gripped her wrists firmly on the rock, pressing them with his weight at the same time he tried not to inflict her any pain. His gaze looked for hers, which seemed to be lost in anticipation for what was to come. Her despair was more than evident as her heels tried to push his pelvis towards her pussy. Completely in control, Orion did not move an inch and kept his gaze, as if waiting for her sign of submission.<br><br>What a fool had been Daphne for keeping her eyes closed. She could have enjoyed the view of his large pecs, but above all, his impressive washboard abs, totally visible beneath the skin. The sinews and muscles were perfectly carved and ready to rub her body. Even so, Daphne was lot in moaning and shivering. By then, surprise was not the only feeling that Orion felt. He was also relieved that Daphne was more than willing to surrender. He was also excited to know that the little girl had a smutty heard behind the purity that her white toga had hindered.<br><br>As her hips rolled towards Orion's, his member was compressed between her own abs and his. Even though his member was hard and erect, she had missed the target. Aware that she did not want it sweet, Orion used his pelvis to hit her down, causing her feet to fall from his body. She wanted violence, she was having violence. Before she could react, his grip in her wrists was dragging her both hands above her head, where Orion used just his left hand to pin them. At the same time, his gaze moved to his member and his right hand pushed her to the bed rock once more, exerting all the control he was capable of. No more words, no more poetry.<br><br>Only action.<br><br>Orion lowered his pelvis as if Daphne were one of the women in his harem. He knew their pussies, where they were, how tight they were, how warm they were. Daphne was not being treated differently - no more fairy tale for her, if this was what she wanted. His glans, still a bit dry, but hardened and reddened, dived among her pubian hair, cutting his way mercilessly. Orion even forgot that she was a maiden and mercilessly, his sword cut her. From his side, a moan and a shiver - Daphne was going to make an effort to please his large body, familiar with the arts of sophisticated whores. As he entered Daphne's depths, he finally felt the slurry wetness of her blood being replaced by the welcoming liquids.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>23-12-2014, 06:25:02</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Gone was her gentle poet to instead be replaced by the hard sexual dominance of her husband. Her body trembled beneath the massive weight of muscle above her own and when her wrists were pinned above her head she couldn't hold back the hushed moan that fell from her lips. Oceanic eyes fluttered open, her gaze veiled as it swept up the length of his body. Starting from the hard length of him pressed to intimately between her quivering thighs and ending upon his own eyes. Daphne's lips barely parted to call out to Orion when he lunged forward, his body cutting through virgin flesh without hesitance earning a wordless cry from her. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Pain had her throwing her head back, the damp blonde tendrils slamming against the rock beneath her while her body arched beneath his own. Gritting her teeth her thighs came up once more to clench around his narrow hips, grounding herself in the present even as she forced air in and out of her lungs. Her chest rose and fell in sharp, hurried breaths and her eyes slammed shut once more as she breathed through the pain finally managing to give a tentative roll of her hips. When pleasure found its way to combine with the ache, she was prompted to give another roll, this one stronger than the last.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Orion..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>04-02-2015, 16:21:16</strong>
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				Used to be called when using growing force, Orion did not stop. Were Daphne suffering from real pain, unbearable and exclusive pain, she would have gazed him with anger. Her rolling hips showed that the little girl wanted more. And Orion did not deny her: all that Orion did was to lower his head and steal a passionate French kiss, nearly pumping out all the air from his wife - that trick would increase even more the feeling of pleasure she was about to enjoy. His large chest rubbed down her pert breasts, which he could feel clearly excited by what they were doing. By then, Orion knew that his shaft was doing greater god than evil to his wife. <br><br>Its burgeoning surface rubbed her walls time and time again, ignoring what was once her hymen. He slid in and out easily as both his and her liquids mixed up. His groin would be tainted with his wife blood, had it not been sprayed by a violent wave breaking against the large rock. Both of them were momentarily covered by thousands of drops of salt water, but none of them was capable of cooling down their passion. Keeping the grip on her wrists, he secured the complete control of his wife, a sign Orion was conveying that no disobedience or teenager foolishness would be allowed from that moment on. Her surrender was a no-return path.<br><br>Indeed, his shaft began shaking in a way Daphne would not expect. His orgasm took some minutes to build. First, a shake or two; then, a succession of quick shakes. Inside her, his shaft struggled to find space to throb as her juvenile pussy offered the resistance expected from a maid's. He groaned and tightened the grip on her grips to the point of dangerously threatening to break them. He pressed his groin harder against her, but the last mile was getting tougher to complete. With a move, he straighted his legs and let her legs spread out. Almost immediately, he ejaculated a strong, vigorous flush of white seeds inside her and continue to thrust her, but with lesser enthusiasm. Shortly after, he was laying on the rock and dragging her lithe body onto his bu gripping the nape of her neck. With a confident gaze, Orion looked into her eyes with his turquoise eyes and still panting, he asked. <br><br><strong>"Who's your Master, Daphne?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>04-03-2015, 08:01:46</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She couldn't breathe. Even as he pulled her to him by the nape of her neck, his hand so large his fingers could nearly touch the front of her throat. Still trembling and the evidence of their passion still sticky between her thighs, she sprawled across his chest. Her breathing still rushed and her heart continuing to race, she met his gaze beneath her eyelashes while her hands slowly rose to glide across his chest to slip around his neck. Daphne had distantly believed she could find happiness after her Mistress, at the very least contentment with her new husband. But happiness? Pleasure? The trembling flicker of love?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A smile gently curved the edges of her lips and she reached up to brush a kiss across against his chest, feeling his heart pound beneath her lips. His question, demanding even as it made her heart turn over at the slightest amount of tenderness in his voice, earned the slight pleased sigh from her. "You," she nearly purred beneath his caress. Her body moves against his in a slow, languid stretch, long blonde locks falling to lay delicately against his skin as she relaxed against him.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Time passed and the lover's passions died down to smoldering embers, kept alive by timid touches from Orion's new bride and compelling kisses sought by both. The chilly break of the waves - once a relief upon heated flesh - now became a new source of trembles racing down Daphne's spine now that the heat of the sun began to diminish as it began its journey sinking below the horizon. As much as she enjoyed curling her body against his side, the blonde forced herself to sit up wincing ever so slightly at the not unpleasant ache between her thighs. "Orion? What are we to do?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: An ancient story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>08-03-2015, 11:38:08</strong>
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				After the sinking of his ship, Orion had not yet realized that his life had changed, possibly forever. Surviving had been quite impressive under those adverse conditions and the sex that followed, blessed by the Olympians as his orgasm had been one of the best, helped to ease down any concerns about the people he had lost. <em>Carpe diem</em>, he thought as the Romans had taught him during his trips to Ostia. This explained why the pragmatic question made by Daphne caught him by surprise for a brief moment: still riding in the waves following an orgasm, Orion's efforts were focused on enjoying what was left of the orgasm as well as the soft contact with his wife's bare skin. Daphne had been a blessing to his life: all his other women were neither soft, nor delicate. For one reason or the other, life had sharpened the women in his harem and none of them conveyed the purity of Daphne. <br><br>Nevertheless, it was not Orion's character to show hesitation. On the contrary, as he felt some hesitation and even fear from Daphne, he embraced his wife tighter and kissed her forefront. He was a protective, provider Alpha and he had to play the role he was used to. No panick, no worry about Eirene and Themistocles - his family was more important than both of them. His bare chest touched her still hardened nipples and her thighs could still feel his large erection between them. Orion longed to take advantage of every second of pleasure because he suspected most of the pleasant days could have vanished.<br><br><strong>"We are to survive, Daphne"</strong>, he whispered as his chest went up and down. Daphne had to trust him and he was planning to survive after making her feel like a woman. The first step had already been given. After some more seconds, the feeling cooled down and Orion stood up, still naked, and ordered. <strong>"Pick up anything that appears in the beach. I am going after our dinner"</strong>. <br><br>Then, Orion went fishing using a bamboo as an harpoon. It did not take long for him to return where Daphne was holding a considerably large fish, more than enough for both of them. "<strong>I hope you like fish"</strong>, Orion smiled at her as he kneeled and placed the fish onto a piece of wood.
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