Magician's Apprentice (Antone & Tart)
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				Title: <strong>Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>17-11-2007, 03:12:58</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Gloom. Depression. Grey.<br><br>&nbsp;Words that could easily describe the color of the sky as the man slowly eased among the streets of the nearest large city. The sky was colored in a dark grey that seemed mixed with a bit of blue or perhaps white. Dark enough to make it seem like some time other than early afternoon.... but still light enough to make it obvious that it's still day. There was a slight breeze, neither cool nor hot... just there.<br><br>&nbsp;All in all, it was his favorite type of day. He couldn't explain why that was... simply that this was the type of day that eh enjoyed being outside the most. Which was why, at this moment, he was moving through the streets in a walk that was slow enough to speak of a man being in no hurry... or perhaps having no destination.<br><br>&nbsp;As he moved, he let his eyes slide over the bodies of the masses as they filled the streets, going about their daily ritualistic existance.... something akin to cattle. That was what most people were in his mind. Cattle. Not worth any real thought, except how they could be used to benefit. Or amusement. He would continue moving forward... and even in the throng of people, there seemed to be a little space that kept his clothing from brushing anyone elses. Whether some unseen forced pushed people back, or they were simply smart enough to stay away from the man... it was impossible to say.<br><br>&nbsp;The man continued to walk along, little seen of him as a dark cloak was shrouded about his body, though the hood was back, reveailng the features of a young man (roughly 21)... pitch black hair, and eyes colored the same. He looked around with an air of surety as he moved along, as if he was untouchable. Cocky even. But he had enough skills to back up any level of arrogance he would muster. Most couldn't claim such a thing.<br><br>&nbsp;But he simply enjoyed his walk. It wasn't often he left his nice, cozy home. He enjoyed it there. And besides, anything he desired he could bring forth in the comfort of his own sanctuary.... there was nothing that the outside world really had that he didn't have in his home.<br><br>&nbsp;... though that thought was cut off as his eyes fell upon an individual that seemed apart from the crowd... someone who definately stood out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>17-11-2007, 03:52:22</strong>
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				She hated the city.&nbsp; It was so noisy, so crowded, everyone pushing and shoving, their bodies pressing in on her.&nbsp; And the scents.... odors was perhaps a better word.&nbsp; Too many, and most of them unpleasant as they assailed her sensivite nostrils.&nbsp; She wished fervently for a familiar smell.&nbsp; The rich loam of the forest, thick with pines and resins.&nbsp; The lilies and Dogwood blossoms that wafted past the meadow where she lived, carried by the spring breeze.&nbsp; Black berries, tart yet sweet, and apples... <br><br>The memory kept her strong, kept her focues on her goal.&nbsp; She had come to the city, not by choice.&nbsp; Had she had any say in the matter, she's never have ventured within sight of it's stone buildings and dreay cobbled streets.&nbsp; Even the faint scent of rain was wrong, mixed as it was with the smoke from the charnal house that she had just had the misfortune of passing.&nbsp; Not at all by choice.&nbsp; An errand of extreme importance had drawn her here.&nbsp; Payment for a favor, now repaid in full exactly one year and one day later.&nbsp; Once she had delivered the strange grimoire into the master story teller's clutching grasp, she could go home.&nbsp; It called to her, making her blood sing, hurring her footsteps, as she tried to fight her way through the milling crowd, their curses painful to her senistive ears.<br><br>One look at her and it was obvious she did not belong among the unwashed masses.&nbsp; Light of frame, and diminuative, it might have been easy to mistake her for a child, save the curve of her hips and small breast that declared her in the bloom of woman hood.&nbsp; Her hair, silver mixed with the blue of a spring sky fell to the small of her back, the tips of her pointed ears peeking out.&nbsp; &nbsp;Intelligent almond shaped eyes were as amythists set against pale skin, flickering this way and that as she wove through the crowded street, her long fingers clutching the sack that held the dark book that was her freedom.&nbsp; <br><br>She wore russet boots and a matching cloak that was pinned closed with an amber brooch.&nbsp; After seeing how the humans had ogled the gaily dressed woman at the brothal, she was doubley thankful, knowing that her grass colored shift was both too short and too sheer to go unnoticed for long.&nbsp; &nbsp;Pausing for a moment, eyes closed, she concentrated on where she was going.&nbsp; Brisant Street.&nbsp; She was too look for a sign, and then an inn... The Cat's Crescent.&nbsp; And above, there would be his apartment.&nbsp; Opening her eyes, she looked around, hoping to find a familiar landmark...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>17-11-2007, 20:31:43</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;His eyes followed the path of someone.... though by the shortness, it was hard to tell right away whether it was a child... or perhaps simply someone of a shorter stature than the normal individual. But such a query was answered, in his mind, as he eased through the crowd, coming closer to inspect.<br><br>&nbsp;He got almost next to her, though stayed a bit behind her, eyes easing over the small girl. She definately didn't look like she belonged in this grime and gritty city. He watched as she moved, and noticed the care in which she took to keep her cloak closed... and the thought sprung up within his mind to have a little investigation as to exactly what was under it. But he would have to be subtle.<br><br>&nbsp;He looked around for a moment... and spotted a group of thuggish looking brutes standing near an alleyway. More than likely wanna-be mercenaries, or cutpurses simply waiting for a chance. Glancing back at the short girl, making sure she hadn't vanished, he made a slight gesture with his hand, hidden beneath his cloak... and the air around the brute's head's glimmered for a moment, before it faded away.... and as if a single entity told them all how to move, the 5 men moved as one, turning towards the direction of the small girl, and started to move forward, pushing through the crowd... until they came across the girl.<br><br>&nbsp;"well well... what have we here boys?" chuckled the front one... who may or may not have been the leader. But this man did walk forward... and much like with the cloaked figure, space suddenly seemed to be around them... people still passing by, but a good couple of feet of empty street surrounded the girl... and the 5 men that suddenly surrounded her.<br><br>&nbsp;"aren't you a long place from home, girly?" spoke up another one... this one didn't chuckle... rather, he had a grim look on his face... as if looking upon something rather unsavory... perhaps even something that he hated.<br><br>&nbsp;"now now... no need to chase her away... haven't even gotten a good look... maybe she's more than just a little girl... and could provide a bit of entertainment." and as that was spoken, whichever direction she was looking, the brute that was closest to directly behind her would suddenly step forward, both hands grasping for her cloak... and if fingers connected into the more than likely sturdy material, it would be yanked clear off of her body.... revealing whatever she might have been trying to hide beneath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>17-11-2007, 22:44:00</strong>
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				Evoshi breathed a sigh of relief as the crowd about her drew back, almost as if they had sensed her thoughts, magically become aware of how claustrophobic she was becoming trapped in their midst.&nbsp; A small, fleeting smile brought life to her lavender eyes and breath filled her lungs, swelling her small, rounded breasts, giving anyone who was paying attention little doubt that she was no child, but a young woman.&nbsp; Her gratitude, however, was short lived as she realized the reason for the crowd drawing back.&nbsp; She froze, her slight smile turning to a grimace as the thugs approached her, leering at her with malice in their eyes.&nbsp; Clutching the book to her tummy, eyes darting this way and that, she looked for an escape, finding none that would be easy to come by.<br><br>The sound of the brutes voice was like gravel on iron, making her cringe, his words crude, the look in his eyes as they travelled over her cloaked form leaving little doubt of his thoughts... She's seen lust in a man's eyes before, but never coupled with such violence.&nbsp; He meant her harm, of that there was no doubt.&nbsp; Large round eyes drank in his four companions, looking for some sort of mercy within them, and seeing none.&nbsp; She wondered if she should call out for help, but it was quickly being made clear that none of the human's wished to get involved, each and everyone of them doing their best not to look at her or assailants.<br><br>As she searched for some escape, some act of kindness, she felt sudden hands upon her shoulder, large rough fingers clutching at her autumn colored cloak and tearing it from her with a sudden tug.&nbsp; Reaching for her small silver knife, more of an ornament then a weapon, she drew it with a trembling hand, the large tome clutched in her other, and spun around, the sudden movement lifting the hem of her spring green dress to reveal a pair of panties, spun of gossamer, to the the thugs.&nbsp; Fear filled her eyes, but with it there was a hint of anger, and she managed to keep her voice steady as she spoke.<br><br>"Give me back my cloak and begone before I call for the guards."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>18-11-2007, 00:50:10</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;The 'leader' of the thugs let out a soft bark of a laugh, and as if it was some unknown little symbol, each of the thugs reached behind them, and each drew out a large, gritty looking scimitar... the blade close as tall as she was... and having the mar of crimson upon them, inbedded in the blade enough that no amount of cleaning would pull it away. A creepy sign of having taken life before.<br><br>&nbsp;While the girl was armed, and perhaps angry, the sheer situation she found herself in made this an almost impossible fight to win... since she basicly always had someone behind her... and one of the thugs would step forward, purposefully drawing her eyes towards him... leaving her back open to the man behind her, who's blade was suddenly thrust forward... but it wasn't the type of attack meant to kill, rather hurt and tear at clothing.... which, if it hit, is exactly what would happen... the blade slicing through her sheer little outfit, and across the flesh of her right side, leaving a cut.... though not a critically deep one. The intent was to wound, and perhaps humiliate... not kill. After all, they couldn't very well rape her if she was dead, could they? Well, they could.... but still...<br><br>&nbsp;Out of all the crowd, only a single person remained close enough to watch... though away enough that he didn't draw attention from the girl within. The cloaked man, watching as he manipulated the men like puppets... using them to torment the girl... partly to see what she might be made of.... but also, partly to set up his entrance... like some grand play, the scheme coming together deep in the depths of his mind... and his magic helping to assist this.<br><br>&nbsp;He did take note of how her form looked, her little outfit doing little to really hide the features beneath... and he felt a slight warming of his blood as he looked upon her... thinking she would probably make a good toy... picturing the small, almost childlike form under him as he pounted any one of her tight holes... and of course, coudl always use his magic to change her.... the thought very appealing... <br><br>&nbsp;His focus would turn back to the little mock fight... the girl could fight back, and would probably injure a few of the guys, since they weren't THAT quick. Their best benefit was the circle and outnumbering her... but as this drew on, it looked grim for her... because every time her back was to someone, another slice was taken at her.... and after just a few minutes, she'd have cuts ranging from small to large decorating her slim form... back, sides, arms, and legs... none taken at her chest... and none taken to a place that could even accidentally kill her...<br><br>&nbsp;... but things did not look very good for her at all....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>18-11-2007, 03:01:30</strong>
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				Her heart sunk quickly, not recognizing the play for what it was, only knowing that everytime she turned, cold steel stained with the life blood of other innocents would rend and tear at her, driving her from one side of the man made circle to the other, her skills with the dagger meager in comparison.&nbsp; She'd never drawn it in either anger nor as protection until this day and more then likely, or so she had come to the conclusion, never would again.&nbsp; The mock battle went on, the gang toying with her like a cat would a mouse, her tears flowing freely down her face, her alabastor skin nicked and cut until she was a spider's web of crimson.<br><br>The ruins of her gown, her favorite dress, one she'd labored many days over one April after reaching her majority, was nothing but thread and chiffon, tattered and falling from her, barely clinging to the hills and valleys of her slim form.&nbsp; Soon, even that would be gone, leaving only her practically naked and at the ruffians mercy.&nbsp; Perhaps, she thought in desperation, she could buy her life... she had the book, after all, full of dark magics.&nbsp; It meant her freedom to her, but what good was freedom if they took her life?<br><br>"H-here... " she stumbled over the words as she held the tome out before her like a shield.&nbsp; "Take it.&nbsp; It's worth many gold coins, or so I was told.&nbsp; &nbsp;Please, take it if you wish, but leave me be."&nbsp; Her voice, once musical, now bordered on hysterics and her limbs trembled so that at any moment she might fall over and lay on the hard stones of the street, unable to do more then weep while they had their way with her and left her for dead.&nbsp; "Oh, please..." she pleaded, offering up a silent prayer to the gods.&nbsp; "I don't want to die like this... Please, i beg of you, i offer you a years and a days worth of my life if you find it in your hearts to save me."&nbsp; <br><br>Had she more of her wits about her, she would have realized the irony of the situation.&nbsp; Such a bargain was why she found herself within the walls of the city today, besieged by cutthroats.&nbsp; "Please." she whispered, putting all of her hope and will behind the plea.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>20-11-2007, 00:45:25</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;The figure watched as the girl was slowly wroked over... until she was basicly naked in the street, her skin now more red than its original alabaster. He heard the words, and for a moment, his eyes went to the book... but then slid back to the situation. He heard the words, and could almost hear the prayer as she closed her eyes.... and figured now was as good a time as any to step in.<br><br>&nbsp;The leader watched her, and sneered. "Well, looky here boys! Get to earn us some coin, and get a nice little fucktoy to play with! This just keeps getting better and better!" And raised the sword up, perhaps to just finally finish her, and end her existance... or maybe to just intimidate her all the more, though such wasn't necessary...<br><br>&nbsp;... but just before the downstroke, the man would be seen visibly flying forward, hard enough that he actually cleared the air above the small, almost broken girl... and right into two of the guys on the other side.<br><br>&nbsp;Shock... Disbelief... Rage. Possible expressions that could be seen upon the faces of all 5 men, the leader alread upon his feet... the throw meant to keep him from hurting the girl more... not to incapacitate him. And if the small girl looked, she'd see the cloaked figure standing there where the leader had been, a single gloved hand held towards her, as if in silent offering of his protection against this, what might seem the end of her existance upon this world...<br><br>&nbsp;"Hey! what the hell do you think your doing! Thats our tart! go get your own, you bloody..." the words cut off, since the rage was so great that the man couldn't even form a coherent insult... and all 5 men moved to face the figure, as if preparing to kill...<br><br>&nbsp;... but still the figure stood, no words or action given... just that single inviting hand held forth to her... the only lifeline she had to escape this, and perhaps live to see another day.... even if it was perhaps a year and a day to yet another individual..... as she thought, it was better to be alive, and work for a year to gain your freedom.... than to die, and never feel freedom again, right?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>21-11-2007, 18:24:18</strong>
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				Just as she had given up all hope, a stranger appeared, seemingly from nowhere... she watched in wonder tinged with terror as one of her assailants flew over her head, crying out in surprise, crashing into the cursing duo behind her.&nbsp; Frozen in disbelief, she could only stare at the gloved hand that beckoned her, a life line in this sea of cold and uncaring souls in this sea of people, one she could not afford to let slip past her.<br><br>Suddenly galvanized into action, her cloak and tattered dress forgotten, the book still clutched in one hand, she scurried towards the offer of protection, her small hand grasping the gloved fingers, almost crushing them in her grip, fear and adrenaline giving her unusual strenght for one so slight.<br><br>And then, she was at his side, standing slightly behind him, face buried against his cloak, weeping with fright and gratitude, knowing that her prayers had been answered, and in return for her life, she would gladly give up her freedom for a full turn of the seasons.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh, thank you." she whipsered, her voice trembling with relief.&nbsp; "I owe you my life."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>21-11-2007, 20:01:58</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;He would actually draw her back behind him, and slightly against his side, under the cloak, so that it effectively hid her from the view of the public... as if to protect her modesty and maidenhood. It was nice feeling her against him... and for some wierd reason, the tears in her eyes had a slightly arousing effect to him. But He simply said, "wait til after this is over to thank me."<br><br>&nbsp;And indeed, all 5 of the assailants were up on their feet, dangerous swords brandished... the 'leader' barked an order, and 2 of the men ran forward, swords held above their head, as if readying to slice him in half vertically... but before they had more than halfway reached him, a black gloved hand was casually drawn up, and a bolt of lighting shot forth, striking the first man, and sending him flying back into the crowd, his boots still right where he had last touched the ground.... but the bolt didn't stop there... instead, it arched to hit the second as well, though less powerful... but easily enough to shock the man into unconciousness, if not death. Notable by how he simply crumpled, sword falling from his grasp.<br><br>&nbsp;The remaining three all blinked, and looked at the man... and perhaps it was true cowardice rearing forth... or something else.... but they seemed to decide this was a bad deal for them, and simply turned, and ran into the crowd, disappearing quickly from view.<br><br>&nbsp;He watched for a moment... and used the last of the mental control to have the men run til they left the city, and only then would the spell end. He was aware of the crowd staring in amazement, horror, shock... dozens of readily available emotions. But the man ignored them all, instead crouching down so he was more level with the girl, and turned to look at her, a hand moving to draw the cloak around her, as if to shroud her from prying eyes.<br><br>&nbsp;"Are you alright?" the voice was smooth... silky... but it did seem caring. Considerably more so compared to the voices of the men who almost ended her existance. But she couldn't quite see the face beneath the drawn up hood. She could tell he was looking her over, and then he lightly tapped the book. "Do you need to take this somewhere? We really should get you off the street, and healed up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>26-11-2007, 21:29:52</strong>
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				She watched, a mixture of horror at the violence and grateful relief at being saved by the myserious stranger, filling her, keeping her tears flowing freely down her smooth cheeks, her eyes glistening like jewels until it was finally over and the men had fled.&nbsp; Once or twice during the short fight, she had clutched him desperataly, thinking that some harm would befall him... after all, it was 5 to 1, but each time he brushed the threat off casually, and before she could count to 10, the men had fled.&nbsp; <br><br>His gentle words, the hint of warmth in them, startled her as she watched the last of the ruffians flee.&nbsp; She found herself with one wrapped about his waist, her head pressed against his chest and looking up into his eyes... oh, they were the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen, she thought, all the more so since he had come into being as her protector, her savior... *<br><br>"I... I am alright."&nbsp; she spoke, her voice shakey, her heart still beating like a hummingbird, afraid to let go of this man, the only one willing to stand up and save her from... she shuddered at the thought of what would have befallen her if he had not answered her prayers.&nbsp; Truly, the gods were kind this day.&nbsp; <br><br>And then, her attention was drawn back to the book, the dark grimoire.&nbsp; She nodded, staring at it for a moment, before reluctantly releasing him, unwilling to step out of his protective cloak.<br><br>"Yes, I do... I must deliver it today, as payment for a debt I owe..."&nbsp; she looked down the street, knowing that the best thing to do would be to take her leave of the man and continue her journey, and yet...<br><br>"It's... not very far... perhaps you could... accompany me?" her voice was shy, trembling with still unshed fears.&nbsp; "I... I am afraid." she admited, looking down at the ground, her voice a mere whisper. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>27-11-2007, 01:14:58</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;He crouched there, feeling her suddenly pressing against him... and became a bit more aware of just how much of a woman she was, despite the shortness of her stature. He felt the soft, bared orbs of her breasts pressing nicely against the clothing of his frontside, feeling the material warm a bit from the heat of her body. And her eyes.... there was definately something intoxicating about staring down into a pair of beautiful eyes, innocent, helpless, and shining with tears. It made his blood boil.<br><br>&nbsp;He heard her small, almost hesitant request for his company, and let a slight smile filter across his lips. "It's alright, pretty girl. I will accompany you. And protect you, should those ruffians be waiting for me to leave." His hand moved to very lightly stroke fingers over her cheeks, as if trying to dry them from the gathering of moisture... and then stroked her hair in a soothing way, as a father might a child he was trying to comfort or console.<br><br>&nbsp;"Just stay at my side, under the cloak... and say where we're going. And once that's done, perhaps we might see about getting you a new dress... though I have to say, the one that got torn up was quite beautiful... or perhaps it was who was wearing it. But a shame that it got destroyed, none-the-less." the words soft as he spoke... with just the right hint of caring and warmth to hopefully put her at ease. And he'd stand up, a hand resting on the small of her back, holding the sexy little curves against his side, turning and starting down the street.<br><br>&nbsp;And just like before, the crowd seemed to part slightly, as if the show of power was reason enough for them to get out of the way... making it quite an easy little walk for them. So unlike the bustling and bumping she had likely done in her attempt to reach this place to drop the book off at.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>27-11-2007, 20:40:21</strong>
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				She wasn't sure why... perhaps it was the way the gods had answered her prayers by sending this one, or mayhap it was his generosity in risking himself to save a stranger such as herself, but she felt trust in this human, certain that he was kind and good.&nbsp; &nbsp;Lifting her eyes once more, she graced him with a smile, already forgetting the terrors of a few moments ago, her face lighting up as a beacon of that sudden good will.&nbsp; <br><br>"You would do that for me..."&nbsp; She said quietly.&nbsp; It wasn't a question, not one she needed answered.&nbsp; "I am in your debt...&nbsp; Evoshi of the Dogwood Meadows, keeper of the Pebbled Lake, so swear that she will serve you for a year and a day, so mote it be."&nbsp; <br><br>She wasn't sure why she chose that moment to give her service to this stranger, one she knew naught of, only that she had so promised the gods and he <em>must</em> be their answer, an avatar, perhaps, or a servant, one who would let her come to no harm.&nbsp; She was not versed in the ways of humans, so she did not recognize the lust he felt as she pressed against him, her now nearly nude form barely hidden by the tatters of her dress, nor did she understand that his gentle stroking of her face and hair might be more then a desire to brush away her fears.&nbsp; <br><br>Certainly, his hand against her back, was meant to comfort and to guide, for she did still have to dispell her duty to the bard and deliver him his book.&nbsp; She would be glad to be rid of it, for it had caused her nothing but troubles since she had first set out to find it for him.&nbsp; <br><br>"The Cat's Crescent... do you know it?" she asked him, hopefully.&nbsp; "I am to meet the bard there.&nbsp; His apartments are above the tavern.&nbsp; I know we are close, but I seem to have gotten turned around by all of this..."&nbsp; she looked around at the buildings that crowded together, encompassing them with her gaze, as she clung to him with one arm, the book with the other, matching his steps as he moved, feeling safe in his company for the first time since she had entered the city gates.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>27-11-2007, 20:55:54</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;He arched a brow momentarily when she went on her little mote about a year and a day of service, perhaps taken back that she would essentially willingly put herself into the trap that he was setting. But then again, it did work very nicely into his little strategy. Instead of having to eventually coerce or force her into the place, she had essentially put herself there by her own words. <br><br>&nbsp;Regardless of how, the end result was the same, and he suddenly smiled. A very pleased smile.<br><br>&nbsp;"Alright... I guess I'll accept the service. Who could turn down the service of such a beautiful girl, hmmm? As for this Cat's Crescent, I've not been... but I do recall passing it on my way here. It's down that street." He turned, and started down a street to their right... and after about 10 minutes of slow walking, primarily to keep her form shrouded, they stopped in front of the Cat's Crescent.<br><br>&nbsp;He looked up at the building, up to the second floor, and moved forward with her, up the small steps to the door, which he promptly pushed open, and stepped into... of course bringing the nearly nude little girl with him. Inside, the establishment was bustling. Men laughing and drinking, women squealing and being pinched in naughty ways... Waitresses being fondled and delivering food and liquor. Just everyone seeming to have a grande enough time. <br><br>&nbsp;But he simply moved through the mass, a clearing always seeming to form just as he found where he needed to go... and soon they were at the stairway in the back, heading up to the second floor... and hopefully to the place where she would rid herself of the book, and her last bit of service.... so that she could fully embrace and learn the new place that her new oath of service would take her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>27-11-2007, 21:15:48</strong>
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				Evoshi looked around, careful not to let herself be seperated even minutly, from the man's side.&nbsp; She wondered why people kept clear of him, thinking it must be because they recognized him by his bearing.&nbsp; After all, even if she did not know his origin, she would be able to see him as a step above this common unwashed mass.&nbsp; One hand closed in a fist tangling in his shirt, clinging to him as if her life depended on is as he spoke, his words soothing and kind.&nbsp; <br><br>"I am Evoshi."&nbsp; she finally said, shyly pressing her cheek against his chest as they paused once, before entering the tavern, followed by a sigh of relief.&nbsp; Finally, they were here and she could be free of her debt.&nbsp; Only to be replaced by another, she thought, a sharp stab of concern upon her heart.&nbsp; Yet this was different.&nbsp; It had been freely given, and surely, he would not abuse her gift.&nbsp; Perhaps he would have her fetch him a rare flower or fashion him a scarf of the finest gossamer, tasks that would take little time.&nbsp; And then, in a years time she would met him outside the city gates, for surely he would not ask her to enter the city proper once more, and she would gift him with whatever gifts he asked of her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Surely he would not ask anything dangerous, such as the Bard had... <br><br>the book had been dearly bought, stolen from a dark crypt that had given her the shudders for many a night afterward and once, she had even had bad dreams that had kept her awake for a time, until she wisly decided to hide the book in the old oak above the moss fall where no one ever ventured.&nbsp; &nbsp;No, he wouldn't ask anything like that of her, of that she was certain.<br><br>She let him guide her up the stairs, a gentle tug on his shirt alerting him as they passed the doorway numbered 14.&nbsp; "This is him." she announced, looking up into her benefactors eyes, a hint of nervousness in her glance.&nbsp; "He said that he would be here, waiting and I had naught to do, but knock twice."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>27-11-2007, 22:46:24</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;He looked down at her as she spoke her nato him, and gave a small smile,s well as a little nod to give the indicatino that he had heard the name that she had spoken. He seemed to consider for a moment, as if whether ingraving the name within his mind, or perhaps thinking on to best gie back the name that would be used to address him.<br><br>&nbsp;"I am Xavier... a pleasure." He even gave a little half-bow, as if she were a true lady worthy of such a small act. He gave a small smile as she pressed her cheek to his chest, and looked down into her eyes, his own holding a strong confidance... not an arrogance, but merely a surety of his barings and place in this reality. The hand between her shoulder blades gave a small rubbing motion, as if to smooth the nervousness that was present in her eyes. He looked at the door for a moment, and slowly nodded.<br><br>&nbsp;"It's alright... I'm here." As if hoping his mere prescense would aid in her relaxing. She had already seen a little display of his power. She would be very safe with his abilities to protect her. But as they stood there, he was unaware of the thoughts that floated along her mind concerning the year and a day that she had given so freely. He was unaware of what types of conditions that the Bard had put her through, nor the types of dangerous things she ha done to put her time in proper use for the&nbsp; man, or woman.<br><br>&nbsp;He seemed to consider, eyeing the door for a moment, and then reached forward, a black gloved hand balling into a fist, and a quick tap of his knuckles was given tot he wood... followed by a second. He then let the hand drop, the hand on her back pressing in a little bit... not a reassuring touch, but more a touch that meant 'be ready' since they had little idea as to what lay on other side of the room door. His eyes glanced down at her, giving a reassuring smile, before turning to the door, the smile easing away and merely waching the door attentively.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>28-11-2007, 20:09:11</strong>
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				She almost purred at his touch, her emotions, as always on her sleeve and bouyed by his physical presence.&nbsp; Aw, to be touched, even carefully, was always a pleasure, and his touch was familiar, not at all like what humans usually gave of themselves, always careful not to be too intimate.&nbsp; Her people had no such prohibitions, enjoying the intimacy of touch for what it was - loving and careing.&nbsp; <br><br>"Xavier."&nbsp; She tired it out on her tongue, pleased with the way it slipped from her lips and even more pleased as his little half bow and his words of reassurance.&nbsp; Gifting him with his desire would be a pleasure more then a chore, she thought.&nbsp; Perhaps she might even find an unexpected treasure for him, one that she could leave upon his door step some night, a little momento of her appreciation.&nbsp; The thought brought her to her tip toes as she readied her small fist to knock.&nbsp; <br><br>He beat her to it, and she gazed up at him, curious, yet not questioning his continued role of guardian.&nbsp; &nbsp;In fact, relishing it as she waited, her breath held, the tome grasped tigthly to her breasts as she heard the sound of footsteps beyond the thick wooden door and then the soft creak of hinges as it swung open, the face of the bard peering out from the dimly illuminated room.<br><br>"Aw, my little friend, come to me as promised."&nbsp; His voice was the rich baritone that she remembered, still in awe that even his whisper could carry, wrapping itself around her and sending shivers of pleasure up and down her spine.&nbsp; "And what have we here?"&nbsp; His voice sharpened, as he took in the form of the magician, his gaze becoming shrewd.&nbsp; <br><br>He wasn't a tall man, yet his presence commanded attention.&nbsp; Simply dressed, yet his clothes were of fine make, tailored from materials that would have fetched a fair price.&nbsp; His hair was fine, the color of chestnuts, and his eyes were dark above well trimmed mustaches and full lips that curved upwards in a smile, one that didn't fully reach his eyes.<br><br>"By the looks of him, he has power I would guess.&nbsp; Well, as long as you brought what was promised, I care not for how it is conveyed."&nbsp; One eye brow lifted in question, at which Evoshi nodded, her head bobbing up and down.&nbsp; She was loathe to leave the side of the muscian, yet leave it she did, stepping out from the protection of his cloak, hardly noticing the widening of eyes as the Bard took in her state, his glance lingering upon her chest appraisingly as she held the dark book out to him, her hands trembling only slightly.<br><br>"As promised, in fulfilment of my debt, Master Crown."&nbsp; she said, her words formal, a recital.&nbsp; <br><br>The bard reached out towards her and, for a moment, if looked as if he would take her wrist rather then the book she held, but his eyes strayed to those of the magician, and without hesitation, he took the book from the sprite, nodding to himself.<br><br>"Your task is done, by dear.&nbsp; And well done.&nbsp; I would invite you into my modest apartments to celebrate, but I think that, perhaps your new found... <em>friend</em> might object?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>29-11-2007, 00:58:51</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Xavier watched as the door was opened, and his head tilted to the side slightly, openly appraising the man, eyes easing up and down over the man's flesh. He made no attempt to hide the appraisal, and idly wondered what would have happened to make her have to serve the man... but that was a question that could be answered later, in the quiet of a more personal setting.<br><br>&nbsp;He watched as she presented the book, and the way the bard's eyes went to her chest... his own would have been there, except he had a view more of the backside, eyes roaming down to rest on her bottom for a moment... at the small, tight cheeks of the finely sculpted posterior. But then they shifted back at the man, watching as, after a hesitance, perhaps because of internal struggle, the man took the book.<br><br>&nbsp;At the words spoken, the man gave a slight nod, the smile that had been upon his lips changing not a hair more or less. "Yes... as much as she might enjoy the more than hospitable room and company, she has incurred another debt to which she feels the necessity to pay off... and from what she told me, the final payment of debt to you was the book. As such, I do think we shall be off, so that we may talk and learn better how she may work towards fulfilling my debt." Everyword spoken was smooth, holding a clear confidance... but calculated with truth that would hide the subtle deceits within.<br><br>&nbsp;He'd just look at the bard for a moment, and his left hand would move over, pressing a soft pressure to the small woman's shoulder, drawing her back, and letting his cloak slide around her, hiding all but the glimmer of her eyes from the man. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Master Crown..." she may not pick up on it, but to the man's ears, the title perhaps was almost mocking. "... but we shall be off. Have a good night... and enjoy the book."<br><br>&nbsp;With that, he would turn, and walk with the girl down the hall, back towards the stairway that led towards the stairs... and he wasn't sure if she would, but if she might give a glance back or anything of that nature, his hand would slide up, gently tangling in her hair to force her head forward, murmuring softly for her ears, "Don't look back on a past that brings nothing but pain of memories..." Perhaps as if advising her to forget that which caused her so much&nbsp; trouble... and look forward to the new debt.<br><br>&nbsp;...... if only she knew the true intent within Xavier's mind.... perhaps she may have decided that another years service to Master Crown wasn't so bad...<br><br><br>... but she may only feel that way if he didn't handle this right. And so far... he had played his game with his new toy quite perfectly, if he might say so to himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>29-11-2007, 19:35:46</strong>
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				She relinquished the book with relief, the weight of her debt finally gone from her shoulders, a new weight settling down upon them, yet this one was far kinder, a caress of silk rather then dark shadows.&nbsp; The tome had wieghed upon her spirit ever since she had held it the first time.&nbsp; Of course she had never opened it, never daring, knowing without knowing how, that it's contents would change her life forever once glimpsed.&nbsp; <br><br>And now she was free.&nbsp; She let Xavier guide her, content to take his lead, the feel of his hands upon her comforting, as if he knew how much she craved a gentle touch, never once doubting his sincerity or his good will.&nbsp; She was a simple creature, taking things at face value.&nbsp; Others had pointed out that it would one day be her downfall, yet she could not change who she was.&nbsp; <br><br>Beneath his cloak, she felt safe, a novel feeling in this city of men, and she was loathe to abandon it's security.&nbsp; He hands tangling in her hair made her sigh and lean her head against the mage, feeling loved, cherished even, missing all of the subtle clues in his words, his voice, his body language that might make another doubt his intentions.&nbsp; She was fey and even among the fey, she was considered Naive. <br><br>"Where are we going now?" she asked, a lightness in her voice and heart that made her want to take his hand and skip down the hallway.&nbsp; "Far far away from here, I hope..."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>29-11-2007, 20:02:52</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Xavier looked down at the creature next to him... and may almost feel guilty about the things he may subject her to... except that he had long lost any sense of guilt in his actions. He had power. Those with power should use it, for whatever whims they held within... and this girl.... this girl would soon learn to bow to his without thought or question.<br><br>&nbsp;"Yes... I don't live within the city. Rather, I own a building outside of it a good little distance. I don't often come to the city... but I felt like a walk today... and it seems its a good thing that I came along." fingers stroking down along the back of her neck, as if to maybe massage and make her relax a bit... though in his mind, they might be sizing it up for a collar and leash.<br><br>&nbsp;"I trust you won't miss the city much in exchange for the wilderness? I'm sort of a solitary person... usually simply staying to myself. I've rarely found a person really worth my attention... though you definately seemed worth it. Probably a good thing too, hmmmm?" a soft chuckle passing his lips.<br><br>&nbsp;They finally reached the stairs, and he led her down them, and again passing through the common, no one even looking at her, there beneath the cloak of her Guardian. And out into the street they'd be, without hassle... only to turn, and head down it, towards the gate that he had originally entered the city through. He glanced down at her, for a moment eyeing the clothes, or perhaps lack-thereof... and felt his blood heat slightly.<br><br>&nbsp;"Your very beautiful naked... but perhaps we can find something suitable for you to wear when we arrive Home." He slid in a subtle hint of desire for her... looking to see if she would be one to possibly pick up upon such. Whether she did or not, it wouldn't matter to his plans. But he liked to feel his prey out a bit before subjecting them to his... 'training'... and he couldn't wait to see what type of beast this girl became for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>30-11-2007, 20:34:32</strong>
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				With both hands free, it was the easiest thing to keep one arm about his waist as they walked, the other hand playing chase with his, intent on capturing his fingers in hers, enjoying the teasing, tickling feel against her skin as she giggled softly at his words.<br><br>"Miss the city?&nbsp; I <em>detest</em> the city.&nbsp; It's heartless and grey and full of wicked thoughts.&nbsp; Had I the choice, I would never have come here, and I swear I will never venture within it's gates again."&nbsp; Her voice was firm and she set her mouth in a serious expression, as if she took the vow quite seriously.&nbsp; And truly, it was her intent, once outside the gates, too remain true to her pledge. As such, she was pleased that his home was outside the gates.&nbsp; After all, she had no other pressing business and it would do no harm to visit her new found friend for a day or two, as long as she didn't overstay her welcome.&nbsp; And then... <br><br>Home.&nbsp; She smiled, thinking fondly of her small abode, cluttered and simple as it might seem to others.&nbsp; It was hers, and she felt safe there.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes, a good thing." she said, her attention obviously on something else.&nbsp; "Those men..." she shivered, remembering the scene of earlier, knowing that only by Xavier's grace did she survive it.&nbsp; &nbsp;As they left the tavern, she drew even closer to him, if it was possible, pressing her nearly nude body against him, wary of brushing up against the mob of dirty, smelly passersby, sheilding her eyes and face from them, thankful for the protection of his cloak.&nbsp; She <em>knew</em> what they would think, seeing her like this.&nbsp; They were humans, their minds full of wicked thoughts and wickeder deeds.&nbsp; She looked up, admiring the profile of the man who escorted her, amending that.&nbsp; Not all of them.&nbsp; No, not all...<br><br>This one... he was very handsome and the way he held her against him... a strange flicker fluttered through her, one that made her heart beat just the tinest bit faster,&nbsp; suddenly feeling unexplicably shy as he spoke so openly about her nakedness, her cheeks pinking slightly at his words, as she nodded in agreement.<br><br>"My poor dress is in ruins, but yes... perhaps you have a robe or such I could wear?&nbsp; I would be quite grateful."&nbsp; She nodded to herself, thinking that perhaps this one might like some of the tales or songs she had collected over the years.&nbsp; "Do you live alone, then?&nbsp; Perhaps I could come visit you from time to time, if you wished."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>30-11-2007, 20:44:18</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;He nodded a bit, listening to her. He was slightly distracted by the feel of her nearly nude body pressing to his... and felt the tightening of his pants from the near proximity of her body. But whether she was aware of this or not, he didn't know. But he spoke nothing of it.<br><br>&nbsp;"Well... I rarely come to the city... so you wouldn't have to show up. Most of what I do here I can do easily enough about Myself.... as for My home, you could visit... though I don't know how well you'd be able to do the duty of your year and a day if you weren't around often for me to talk to. Besides... there's a certain appeal to having such a beautiful woman at my side." The words were meant as flattery... for her to think that he found her beautiful. And in truth, he did... she was a fine creature to look at. And she would be regardless of what he did to her with his magic.<br><br>&nbsp;"how about you? do you live alone? I'm sure you've been away from home for quite a while... but I could take you to your home and you could grab a few things.... or I could even find a way so you could visit home whenver you wanted.... that would make it easier for both of us." Indeed, it was a relatively easy spell. A semi-permenant binding of one place to another.<br><br>&nbsp;He felt the teasing of her fingers as they tried to get his own, and he'd let her catch them eventually, thumb lightly teasing the back of her hand... though fingers still teasingly stroked over the back of her neck, toying with the warming flesh.<br><br>&nbsp;"Are you hungry? We could grab something to eat before we leave..." He had plenty of provisions at home... but he wasn'g going to be able to just take her there until they were clear of the walls. He tried to refrain from obvious use of his abilities... lest he seem too strong, and attract the wrong attention...... or place suspicion in peoples minds... like his new toy, which pressed enticingly to his side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>02-12-2007, 17:32:08</strong>
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				She cocked her head, listening to his words carefully, wondering what his home was like.&nbsp; She imagined it was a grand place, full of stair cases and marble floors and crystal chandeliers overhead... she laughed to herself, shaking her head.&nbsp; Most likely it was small and cluttered and smelt like ink and candle wax, but the image of a palace was a pleasant one, nevertheless.&nbsp; And he thought her beautiful.&nbsp; Not pretty, not cute, but beautiful!&nbsp; She sighed a little, liking the sound of that.&nbsp; Yes, she wouldn't mind visiting this one every so often and just talking.&nbsp; Maybe she could even learn a little of his magic, small tricks that she could practice for the fun of it.&nbsp; For a human he was... different.&nbsp; Unexpected.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh, well, If you mean Do I share my walls with anyone, no.&nbsp; I don't, but I'm hardly alone.&nbsp; Just a little... out of the way, I suppose.&nbsp; That would be the best way of putting it?"&nbsp; Her voice was soft and lilting, and she couldn't help but move her fingers as she talked, brushing against his, enjoying the game of cat and mouse their hands played, as well enjoying the feel of his large hands beneath the fall of her hair, shivering slightly at their touch, a frisson of heat warming her slowly from head to toe, his touch verging on sensual.&nbsp; Oh, but it felt so good, so much so that she, against her better judgement, let it continue.&nbsp; She recognized this game a little.&nbsp; <br><br>It was seduction, or at least it was amongst her kind. Perhaps it was just his way of reassuring her?&nbsp; She wondered at that, tugging at the thought in her mind, mindful of how her body was responding to him, to his maleness, suddenly very aware of her nakedness, so much so that she got lost in his words, forgetting to respond for a short time as they walked.<br><br>"Oh, yes..." she breathed, blinking suddenly, taking note of her surroundings.&nbsp; "Hungry?&nbsp; I hadn't given it much thought...&nbsp; Perhaps, but really, I'd rather just... be shut of these walls as quickly as possible.&nbsp; If you wish, I guess we could stop for something..." she frowned at the idea, not liking it, yet giving the choice over to him.&nbsp; After all, it was a little consession to make for his help.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>04-12-2007, 00:55:50</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Xavier continued to move along, feeling the toying of her fingers over his... aware of her returning the little game. If the girl could see into his mind, perhaps she'd be more assured of the 'seduction' going about within his mind... and at the caress of his fingers. But they continued to move along, and as her words reached his ears, he seemed to consider.<br><br>&nbsp;"Well, I have food back at my home... so for the sake of making our time together better, as well as having the view of your beautiful face and form all to myself, perhaps we shall just head from the city." When he spoke the words of her beauty, his fingers seemed to slide through her hair, grasping, and just holding it for a moment, giving her a sense of the strength in his hand... but just as quickly, it was released, and sliding back down to stroke the back of her neck with a feathery touch. Two very different varying strengths... but both from the same hand.<br><br>&nbsp;"Besides... I would hate for someone else to see the beauty of your form and be driven into an animalistic lust and be forced to protect you again.... not that I mind coming to the aid of a beautiful damsel in distress." His lips went slightly curved at that, a handsome smile filtering across his features, looking down at her, fingers squeezing the back of her neck... but whether in a controlling sort of way, or meant to be slightly massaging... well, only he really knew the intent. But he kept watching her face for hints of reactions to his attentions, slight as they were.<br><br>&nbsp;After a few more minutes of walking, they'd find themselves walking past the city gates, leaving the lights, the stink, and the all around darkness of the place... for the cleaner smelling air of the forrest that surrounded the place. But it was starting to grow dark... darker than would be safe for two individuals to be traveling the roads. There were wolves, bandits, and who knows how many monsters to threaten their safety.<br><br>&nbsp;"... and how is it that a girl of your beauty would find no one worthy of sharing your walls with them? I'm sure its not for lack of those seeking your attentions..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>04-12-2007, 19:40:16</strong>
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				She blushed at his words, suddenly feeling a little unsure of herself.&nbsp; She wasn't used to such flattery and it made her feel... well, funny inside.&nbsp; On one hand, it was nice to hear such nice things.&nbsp; It was a rare moment that anyone had taken the time to compliment her.&nbsp; She knew it was common among his race, but amongst her people it just wasn't thought of and she was finding that she enjoyed it, despite how uncomfortable it made her feel, and the warm blush it brought to her cheeks.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>As well, the stangeness of his touch, the stroking, fawning, betting... not unknown to her, but there was a hint of possesiveness in it... although, she wondered if that was just his way of being reassuring?&nbsp; comforting?&nbsp; A nervous tension filled her when he grasped her hair in one strong hand, and yet, he immediatly released her, continuing to stroke her gently... she wasn't quite sure what to think.<br><br>One thing she did know, however.&nbsp; He meant her no harm.&nbsp; His customs might be strange, but one who would rescue her from thugs at the risk of his own life, then go out of his way to help her finish her task... and offer his his hospitality afterwards!&nbsp; &nbsp;She forced herself to relax, accepting his touches, his gentle carresses.&nbsp; He had shown her no reason to think ill of him.<br><br>She looked up at him, wondering how she could have had doubts, the warmth of his smile washing through her.&nbsp; She smiled in return, her lips pulling gently back from her teeth, eyes twinkling softly behind her light lashes, squeezing him in a small one armed hug reassuringly.&nbsp; <br><br>She felt that he expected her to say something and so many things came to mind, but just as quickly, they were lost, and she just nodded at his words as they walked along, wondering if he really found her beautiful and if he had a lover or a wife or a husband and really, where had those thoughts come from?&nbsp; <br><br>Finally, they were past the city gates and it was as if she could breath again.&nbsp; The city had been oppressive, and only now she realized just how much so.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath, breathing in the clean air, the meadown, the trees, the wild flowers all born upon the cool breeze, it was as if a bubble burst inside of her and gentle tears ran down her cheeks in relief as she looked back upon the outline of the grey city, the lights twinkling like monsterous eyes as darkness fell.&nbsp; There was no monster as terrible as the one whose maw she had just left...<br><br>His question drew her out of her thoughts, letting go of him for the first time since they had met, stepping away from his side and taking stock of the remants of her dress, shyly noting that there was little left to the imagination... she knew that humans had strange ideas about the sanctity of the human form, not that she shared them.&nbsp; But he seemed at ease seeing her thus, so perhaps she was mistaken...<br>His question drew her eyes to him, liquid pools of blue that almost shown in the dusk.<br><br>"Shared walls? Oh, you mean why have I not found someone?&nbsp; I... guess I haven't been looking... Besides, we do not take husbands nor wives such as your folk do.&nbsp; It seems unnatural to be bound to someone for a lifetime, after all.&nbsp; &nbsp;Only one lover for eternity?&nbsp; What if you find someone who pleases you more?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>05-12-2007, 02:59:06</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Once they had exited the city, their steps carrying them a safe distance from the walls that loomed so intimidatingly, he watched as she broke away from under the cloak. He watched the eyes of this small, beautiful girl well up with omisture as she looks back over at the city, and he turns, looking back at it for a moment, as if perhaps to try and see what she saw. Had it really been that bad for her there? He was half tempted to ask her what other types of things she had done for the bard......... but he decided that those questions could clearly wait til they got safely to his home.<br><br>&nbsp;He turned back to her, noticing an errant tear slide down a cheek, and crouched down, more on level with the girl, and a hand lifted, the warmth of his touch felt as it lightly caressed over her cheek, wiping the stray tear away. "It's alright... you won't have to go back there anymore." The words were soft... but she would sense a strength in the depths of them. Something about them made her think that it was true... that he would guarentee she wouldn't have to go back.<br><br>&nbsp;And she might notice that as she stood there, despite the darkness surrounding them, she could see his eyes filter down over the barely there clothing that still tried to vainly hug her form... and more than see it, she could feel it. Feel the heat of the gaze as if he were stroking a finger over where the eyes met her flesh. He was looking her body over without any real worry, and she could tell that perhaps he was enjoying the sight... though if she felt or could see his lap, she might see proof of such.<br><br>&nbsp;"Come... let us head to my home. Little reason to dally, unless your starting to miss the city walls already?" The voice was soft, and held a little bit of humorous teasing within the words, knowing the truth of the matter. He stayed crouched where he was, offering a hand towards her. He could get them home much faster now, but he would still need to have her close.<br><br>&nbsp;"And I'm sure you'd like to have a safe place you could rest and relax... perhaps a nice bath... and definately a change of clothing... unless I could request you keep your current outfit." He gave a slight grin, which flared the handsomeness in his features, and perhaps gave a bit of a harder nudging hint at his enjoyment of seeing her form.<br><br>&nbsp;He'd stay where he was, that hand held forth, unwavering in the air, no hesitance at all seemed to weed through at offering a complete stranger, if an apparently beautiful one, admittance to his private sanctum... to his Home. His eyes would find their way back to hers, and hold there, as if willing her to take his hand... and press her body close to his.... perhaps she knew he meant to use some magic... or perhaps not. But at the moment, he didn't do anything with his magic... not yet. She seemed to be complying well enough without any little nudges from him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 22:05:23</strong>
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				Evoshi walked on, unsure of why her flesh grew warm and tingled, and yet not unhappy that it did.&nbsp; His gaze perhaps... the thought was strange, yet she wasn't unware of how it carressed her body.&nbsp; In another man, she might find it intrusive, yet with him... it was uncomfortable, surely, yet she didn't mind so much, having already proved that he was looking out for her, trusting his motives to be true.&nbsp; &nbsp;With the back of one hand she went to wipe away her tears, but even in this, he proved himself a true hero, wiping her cheeks tenderly for her with words of assurance that she would never have to go into that awful place again.<br><br>"Thank you, Xavier."&nbsp; she spoke queitly, her voice holding a measure of livliness in it now that they grew further from the city gates, her spirit rising once more now that it was behind.&nbsp; &nbsp;"And no, I am just grateful that we are shut of them!" she said, hearing the teasing tone in his voice, letting her smile slowly grow... and then, he said the magic words and all her worries and fears were left behind... a bath.&nbsp; She wondered if he would have a great tub, and warm, no! Hot water and scented soaps to soak in.&nbsp; Her thoughts were so centered about the idea that his comment on her clothing slipped past her, not that she would have found anything wrong with it... more gentle teasing.&nbsp; She was quickly growing used to it, his sense of humor, thinking that nothing would come of it.<br><br>"A bath would be delightful!" she exclaimed, the last vestiage of discomfort fleeing into the dusk.&nbsp; She shook herself, as if shaking the dirt and fear of the city from her, and her step became almost bouyant as she walked along side her new found friend.&nbsp; Letting go of his waist, she captured his hand in hers suddenly, twining his fingers in hers as she almost pulled him along in the direction that they were going, suddenly eager to see this small, private dwelling, wondering what it would be like inside, imagining it as cozy and cluttered.&nbsp; <br><br>"How far is it?&nbsp; It grows dark, and though i'm not afraid of the dark, still..."&nbsp; That thought slowed her steps, caution finding a place within her.&nbsp; He could protect her, keep them safe, but still, it was best to be careful.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 22:15:13</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Xavier listened as her voice seemed to pick up in tone and volume. Apparently, being out of the city was truely a great thing for her... and for a moment, he wondered how one could live with fear of the city. But then again, not everyone was comfortable in their abilities as he was. Some couldn't defend themselves to the degree he could. But he actually grinned a bit as she made comment of the bath. Apparently she was very eager for one.<br><br>&nbsp;He felt the wrapping of her fingers in his and her dragging him along... and he let her. He saw her look around, and then her steps slow a bit, as if the thought of caution just entered her mind, and gave a slight shake of his head. He stopped, and crouched down, using the grasp of her hand to pull her over, so that she was standing between his legs, and lightly patted her hip with his free hand. "It's ok... we'll be there very shortly."<br><br>&nbsp;The words were soft, and sure... though she could see no signs of someone living anywhere remotely close. No lights... no roads branching off... nothing. But while she may be wondering about that, he did something she might not have expected. He leaned over, and gave a light brush of his lips across hers... and while it wasn't a very firm kiss, it was nice none the less. Of course, part of that might have been due to his magic. While he kissed her, he weaved subtle magic to make her lips tingle in a most pleasurable way... and to make the tingles from the kiss course slowly through her whole body, as if to heat and excite her body and blood.<br><br>&nbsp;But the primary reason for the distraction of the kiss was the main spell he formed after the kissing one. While she was distracted by the sudden kiss, the world around them would seem shift... and when the kiss might be broken, and when she might pull her eyes from him, she'd turn... and find herself standing in front of a quite large tower. Yeah, a little clique perhaps... but it suited his needs perfectly.<br><br>&nbsp;The Tower looked perhaps 6 or 7 stories tall... and wide. If it was as big as it looked, that would mean there was plenty of room on the inside. Which might mean lots of rooms to explore. Probably quite a bit of fun for an adventurous, curious girl as her. And it might also mean he does indeed have quite a large bath.<br><br>&nbsp;He stood up, after winking at her, and looked up at the Tower, making a gesture. "Welcome to my humble abode." Humble was hardly a word one might attach to this dwelling. But regardless of size, it had one quality that she might find enchanting. It stood in the middle of a forrest, the trees that surrounded the building were almost as tall as it itself was.<br><br>&nbsp;So it appears he really hadn't been lying when he spoke of being a bit of a solitary creature himself...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>10-12-2007, 18:58:33</strong>
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				The kiss left her breathless... it had been so enexpected and at first she had thought to push him away, not that she didn't like being kissed, but not quite so intimatly and then... the thought fled her mind as electricity pulsed through her, making her tremble with anticipation and... desire.&nbsp; &nbsp;It had been a long time since she'd felt that rush, so very long and his lips on hers were awaking memories of how it felt and the what it had lead to... <br><br>Her heart began beating like a hummingbirds wings and she forgot to breath for a few moments, as the world went away... she even felt a little dizzy as her cheeks grew flushed.&nbsp; Yes, she thought, that might explain why she wanted to take him in her arms and hold herself tightly against him, not because of how he made her feel... she was dizzy, that was all... and the smallest of moans that issued forth form her lips, that explained that as well... she really should break their kiss and yet...<br><br>And then the world really <em>did</em> go strangly, fading about her to be replaced by a tall, wild forest and a small clearing and a... a tower?&nbsp; She blinked, looking up at Xaiver questioninly, noting that he didn't look surprised.&nbsp; In fact he looked a little pleased with himself as he welcomed her to his home.<br><br>She turned, finding it the most natural thing in the world to lean back against him, taking the tower in with her wide eyes, following it up from foundation to roof, a look of wonder on her face... she'd pictured a small cabin or perhaps a cottage, but this... it was... she wasn't quite sure, but certainly it wasn't what she had expected.<br><br>"It's... very big.&nbsp; Do you live here all by yourself?&nbsp; &nbsp;What about servants or... or pets or..."&nbsp; she was at a loss for words, not quite sure what to think as her eyes went past it to the forest of giant pines.&nbsp; It truly was very solitary.&nbsp; And lovely.&nbsp; Straining her ears, she thought she might even be able to here the sound of a far off stream or river.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>11-12-2007, 03:35:43</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Xavier felt her lean back against his front... and she might feel the physical affects she had on him, since she would probably feel the buldge onf his manhood. He rested hands down on her shoulders, squeezing slightly, as if to massage, and gave a slight nod, though she didn't really see it with her open wonderment of taking in the sight of his home.<br><br>&nbsp;"Yes... I live here alone. I have no servants... nor pets..." the way he spoke the second word made it a little more... well, as if he was talking about pets, but not your conventional type... not like a dog or cat... but rather... well... yeah.<br><br>&nbsp;"As I said... it does get lonely out here sometimes... which is why I wouldn't mind your company... that is if you find the place at all pleasing. I'd hate to force you somewhere you didn't want to go..." and if she strained her hearing, just on the edge of it she might hear the soft bubbling... the sound of water running over rocks. But whether it was a close stream, or perhaps a farther away river... it was unknown. But this place really did seem like a sort of paradise, by her standard anyway.<br><br>&nbsp;"But its dark, and getting chill... perhaps we should go inside? I'm sure I'll be able to keep your warmer in there..." something about the words... maybe a subtle hint that he knew of the inner heat that was building in her... or perhaps just really wanting to keep her warm. But without pushing her from hsi body, he'd move forward, gently coaxing her to walk, while still leaning against him, towards the front of the Tower.<br><br>&nbsp;But as they got closer, she'd notice there was no door... and he'd just sorta grin, a hand stroking her hair lightly as he waited for the quesiton that was likely to come.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>02-01-2008, 18:26:13</strong>
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				It was getting dark... the chill didn't bother her so much, but the darkness did.&nbsp; It always did, making her a little nervous as she wondered what the shadows hid from her eyes.&nbsp; All sorts of wild things?&nbsp; Or perhaps nothing.&nbsp; She knew that <em>most</em> of the monsters were in her imagination, but some... some were flesh and blood and really did lurk just beyond her sight.&nbsp; With a faint shiver, she nodded, feeling his reassuring warmth against her and... a faint puzzlement grew between her brows, followed by a knowing smile.&nbsp; She was no stranger to the lust of men, and she was aware of what it meant.&nbsp; Not that she worried.&nbsp; Unlike the satyrs who would take a young girl by force if need be, he was too... nice.&nbsp; After all, hadn't he rescued her and brought her to his home?&nbsp; <br><br>And, she thought, he was very handsome in his way.&nbsp; Perhaps she could share the kiss of friendship with him.&nbsp; It had been a good while since she had lain with another, and that a bad tempered pixie whom had grumbled the entire time, making her wish she'd looked else where for companionship.&nbsp; It might be... fun to lay with a human.&nbsp; The thought flitted through her head, and took hold long enough to give her pause.&nbsp; After all that had happened today, she didn't really want to be alone.&nbsp; A shared bed, kisses, carresses... yes, she might consider if.&nbsp; If he asked if of her, of course.&nbsp; she was too shy to bring up the subject on her own, after all.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes, I'd like that. I am not overly fond of the dark." she burbled, her words as musical as the stream she half heard in the distance.&nbsp; "If you have a kitchen, I could make you dinner, if you wished, or we could build a fire and make toast and drink hot cider!&nbsp; Oh, that would be lovely, wouldn't it!"&nbsp; She smiled with delight, adding; "And I could lay in your arms and we could watch the flames..."<br><br>Her mind was already on the evening that was to come... he would hold her by the fireside, of that she was sure, noting how he stroked her hair, touched her so lightly, so... intimately.&nbsp; The seed had been planted within her and now... now it was flowering, blossoming.&nbsp; She shivered again, but this time cold nor fear played any part in it.&nbsp; It was the stirrings of desire...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>03-01-2008, 03:59:52</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Xavier looked down at her, and lightly patted her head, smiling. He might have been aware of the seed... or perhaps not. But he had a nice smile upon his lips as he gazed down upon the small, passionate seeming creature. His fingertips played down along the back of her neck, and teasing just a hair lower, almost between her shoulderblades, but not. At the last moment, fingers spread, and gave enough pressure to start her moving forward, alongside his own moving steps.<br><br>&nbsp;As they approached the tower, Xavier lifted a hand, and made a gesture... at which point a section of the wall glowed very mystical like... and then the stone just seemed to part, creating an opening for the pair of them to pass through. And once through, the opening closed almost perfectly silent behind them, save for a tiny little whisper of stone meeting stone.<br><br>&nbsp;Once within, she would find the air having a delightful warmth, which made her face turn crimson as it started to heat the cooled skin. The entryway looked like a normal entryway would. It had a few tables on the wall, a mirror or two, some torches burning, and a coatrack. Nothing really spectacular or outstanding. Heck, it even had a rug where they were standing. Sure, it didn't have 'Welcome' plastered across it, but it was nice and fuzzy... so the message was probably still there.<br><br>&nbsp;Xavier smiled at her, and shrugged his cloak off, setting it on the rack, and started to move forward... and perhaps a dozen steps ahead was a flight of stairs that started to twirl up and up, going in a slow circle. The steps were somewhat wide, and though they were smooth, as if polished, the edges near the wall and the corner showed signs of wear... as if they'd be traversed many times. Up and Up they went... until finally they came upon what could only be considered the living room.<br><br>&nbsp;The living room was huge... bigger than some peoples houses.... poor people, true... but still. The room held 3 doorways from where they stood... one that seemed to lead into a kitchen... another a bathroom... and the third to another set of stairs that went still higher up. It was well decorated... having a few plush couches, a single highbacked chair, a fireplace complete with fur carpet in front of it, paintings, mirrors... and a LOT of books. It looked like a small library, what with all the shelves full of books. But he was a magic user, so that was probably expected.<br><br>&nbsp;But all in all, the living room had alot of warmth, partly because of the eagerly blazing fire, and partly because of how homely it was decorated. Hardly the lair of someone who could be evil and perverted and dastardly.... right? It seemed just as nice as he was.<br><br>&nbsp;Xavier guided the gorgeous little girl in, and towards the fire, so that maybe she could warm herself up. "... perhaps after you warm yourself up, we can see about dinner... and then maybe you can tell me one of your stories..." guiding her towards where his minds plans were starting to lay... he already had things planned out. Now it was simply a matter of guiding the cute, albeit somewhat naieve girl where he wanted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>04-01-2008, 19:27:46</strong>
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				Evoshi hadn't realized just how cold she was until they entered the warmth of Xavier's tower and the heat warmed her skin delishiously.&nbsp; A relex almost had her shedding her borrowed cloak, until she remembered her state of undress underneath.&nbsp; Not that she was normally so modest, but the earlier attack still had her unsettled and the thought of being near naked next to the mage, even though she trusted him, bothered her enough to keep it wrapped about her syvan form.&nbsp; &nbsp;'<br><br>She hadn't been sure what to expect, but certainly not such a homey feel... She'd always imagined a mage's home to be filled with... well, magical trinkets and strange artifacts and be somewhat austere and cold, and yet, Xavier's home was none of these.&nbsp; She looked around as he guided her through the house, the phantom feel of his fingers still playing along the base of her neck teasingly, bringing a flush to her face that had nothing to do with the warmth within, the tips of his fingers guiding her a welcome sensation, so much so that a small wave of disappointment filled her when he broke contact.&nbsp; <br><br>"It's... very nice.&nbsp; I didn't expect this at all." she murmered, looking around as he led her into the library. And oh what a library it was!&nbsp; Full of books and warm and inviting.&nbsp; She could picture him sitting before the fire, sipping hot cider, a great book opened upon his lap as the light of the flickering flames played across his features.&nbsp; She let her imagination drift a little, and wondered that the image of her sitting upon the arm of his chair, watching him read, a small content smile on her face... <br><br>She shook her head, the trace of a smile upon her fine features, wondering where that thought had strayed from.&nbsp; Perhaps, though, it would be nice to stay here for the night in his company.&nbsp; It was bright and warm and best of all, safe.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh, yes, that would be nice." she said, his question startling her from her reverie.&nbsp; "I... I wish I had something to wear, besides your cloak, I mean.&nbsp; It's damp and... and ill fitting, not that I don't treasure it, mind.&nbsp; Only, it does grow warm.&nbsp; And yes, I wouldn't mind some dinner..."&nbsp; <br><br>Wandering over to stand before the mirror, she took herself in, noting how harried she still looked.&nbsp; Dishevelled and so... unlike her self.&nbsp; "A... if I had somewhere to clean up, I would be ever so grateful.&nbsp; I mean, Look at me, I look a fright."<br><br>She turned, the cloak falling loosely about her, hiding the slight form beneath, slipping open just enough to give a tantalizing glimpse of her bare flesh, a small frown upon her face.&nbsp; After all, she enjoyed looking her best... not that it mattered, she told herself, but yet... somehow, it did matter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>05-01-2008, 04:02:46</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Xavier noticed that she left the cloak upon her form as they went upstairs, but figured she was still a bit disturbed about earlier, so wished to keep some form of protection against her otherwise bare femininity. So, he said nothing of it as he lead her into the living room, which really did look like a make-shift library. He had even more books than this scattered at various places throughout the tower... as if he'd started reading them, set them down, and then forgot he was reading them... so they just seemed to gather. Perhaps a task she could take... clean up and reorganize all his books.<br><br>&nbsp;He noticed how her face took on an almost dreamy type look, and idly wondered what thoughts were flying through her mind... but then she shook her head, a faint glimmer of a smile all that remained from the look, and his questions seemed to bring her out of her thinking and back to the world they were in at the moment. His head tilted to the side as he listened to her words... then watched her ease over to stand before the mirror, and apparently didn't like what she saw, as she asked for something else to wear, as well as if there was a place to clean up. The frown on her face was even cute, as if it mattered alot to her the state of her dress and presentation.<br><br>&nbsp;Xavier almost smiled, and walked over, moving to crouch down in front of her, only momentarily distracted by the bare tease of flesh beneath the slight opening of the cloak... but a hand lifted up, gently cupping her chin, and he leaned forward, lips almost brushing hers, but at the last minute, right before she might feel his kiss, lips glided to the side to whisper in her ear. "... I think I have some clothes that would fit you... though I wouldn't be against you running around naked... though it might distract me beyond measure. And you are not a fright to look at. Quite the opposite. Your beautiful enough in this moment to warm my blood better than the fire is doing... far better."<br><br>&nbsp;Xavier smiled, drawing back. He had effectively, and while avoiding seeming too vulgar or rude about it, both complimented the beauty that she possessed, thinking her beautiful even at what she considered her worst right now.... and also made known his desire to see more of it... or to perhaps get more acquainted with what lay under the cloak that was the only barrier to shroud her form from his eyes.<br><br>&nbsp;But while he had been talking, his magic had slowly been ebbing into her, his breath helping to push it into her mind. So as he drew back from his whispered compliments, the thought of his lips were staying on her mind.... the thought of a kiss from him.... a kiss on her lips.... on her neck.... on her chest... on her stomach... and even... well, you get the idea. As well as that, he slightly tweaked the little part of her brain that seemed to be her womans vanity. She still wanted to look better than she did... but he intensified it a little. She wanted to get cleaned up for him... she wanted to be presentable... that was before... now, she wanted to be perfect. She wanted to be the very image of feminine beauty. She wanted to look gorgeous, and smell like a female... she wanted to still be dressed, but now it was in something sensual and sexy... something that would leave no doubt in his mind at all that she was indeed a female, with curves that would please any man... including himself. Thoughts of different types of outfits flittered through her mind.... of sexy dresses, maybe with short skirts... of tight clothing that hugged her curves... or racey lingerie... like corsets, thighhighs, garters, gloves, bows...<br><br>&nbsp;He smiled at her. He was honestly a big fan of lingerie... especially thigh-highs. Hey, even wizards have their own perverted fetishes, right? He moved a hand to lightly stroke her neck. "now please stop frowning beautiful. There's a bathroom through that door..." indicating a door almost directly behind where she stood, "... and as for something to wear, I have a closet upstairs on the next floor that has basicly nothing but clothing in it... most of it feminine. In case I ever managed to find myself a girlfriend or lover or anything else that a female can be for a male." he would have said slave, but he was as of yet remaining tactful... keeping in the image she had of him in her mind.<br><br>&nbsp;"But you go ahead and go get yourself cleaned and prettied up, since that is your desire... and I will work on getting some food prepared for us to enjoy... alright?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>07-01-2008, 18:48:03</strong>
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				She watched the magician as he crouched before her, her eyes wide, wondering what had gotten into him as he took her chin in his hand and leaned foreward... her heart beat in anticipation of his kiss, her breath catching, not understanding the feelings that suddenly warmed her, at least not the why of them, but feeling them instead... her lips pursed, waiting to feel his slightly moist lips push softly against hers, eyes closing as she felt his breath against her skin... <br><br>She kissed the air, blinking with disappointment as she felt his warm breath slide along her cheek to her ear instead, making her shiver with delight and disappointment both as he spoke of how beautiful she was and how he... he wanted her... oh, he did, she could tell!&nbsp; Not that he said so, at least not so rudely as he might, but he did.&nbsp; She felt a herself melt, feeling a moment of dizziness as something very strange wormed its way through her.&nbsp; Desire... but not quite desire. More then that.&nbsp; Lust?&nbsp; She'd heard the word used before and had never understood it, but standing there, her cloak about her nearly naked form, she thought she might perhaps understand for the first time the meaning of the word.&nbsp; It was as if he'd cast a spell over her... that thought bothered her for a moment, but she shook it off.&nbsp; He would never do such!&nbsp; She was simply responding to his kindness, his heroics, his... <br><br>oh, the touch of his breath, the thought of his hands on her body, the want of his kiss on her lips, her throat, his fingers in her hair... she wanted to feel those, imagined she could.&nbsp; Her skin felt too hot and suddenly, she needed to cool off.&nbsp; She let go of the cloak and shrugged out of it, standing before him, her flimsy dress hanging in tatters from her body, goosebumps rising on her skin, not from the coolness of the room, but from the heat of her heart.&nbsp; She felt a strange moistness growing between her legs and she shivered slightly as he looked at her, meeting his eyes and seeing something in them that made her shiver with anticipation.<br><br>Clothes.&nbsp; She'd barely heard his words, but he'd said there were clothes to be had, and a bath... and food...<br><br>She smiled, feeling suddenly very shy, and yet bold enough to stand here half naked before the magician, nodding, unable to tear her eyes from him.&nbsp; Finally, she did so.&nbsp; After all, she <em>did</em> want to look pretty for him.&nbsp; She'd bathe and dress for him... for him?&nbsp; No, for her... she suffered a moments confusion, but then, it was washed away and she giggled musically, turning suddenly on her heel and fleeing from the room without a word towards the door he had indicated.<br><br>"I'll try not to be too long!" she called back over her shoulder, noting how he watched her as she fled the room, his eyes dark and mysterious... a thrill ran through her, and she flew through the door, closing it behind her and falling so that her back was pressed up against the hard wood, breathless as she wondered what had come over her?&nbsp; She didn't care, she decided.&nbsp; What ever it was, if felt wonderful.&nbsp; All she could think about was his kisses on her flesh...<br><br>. . . <br><br>She'd tried not to linger overly long in the bathe.&nbsp; The water had been warm and the soap, although unscented, left her feeling clean and refreshed.&nbsp; Wrapping a towel about her, once she had towled herself dry, she took a deep breath and shly pushed open the door and re-entered the library, hoping to see him there, not knowing where his closets might be, only that they lay on the floor above.<br><br>"Xavier?" she called out hesitantly, her eyes skipping over the contents of the room, dismissing them as unimportant.&nbsp; He was what she sought out.&nbsp; Only he.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>08-01-2008, 11:36:27</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Xavier could almost see the visible effect his magic was having upon her... like something palaple changed in her appearance. But after a moment, he realized that it wasn't fully just his magic. This girl had true emotions... that were aimed towards him. Perhaps he had done better in choosing a new pet than he realized. That thought made him very pleased... but this was all inward thinnking... something to digest on perhaps a little later, after she had gone to sleep... or while she's bathing.<br><br>&nbsp;But Xavier's eyes did widen just a hair when she let the cloak fall from around her slim, rag covered form. He had been thinking she left it on because she was being modest... perhaps the nudging of his magic had pushed modesty away... or she was beginning to feel warm enough to rid herself of it. Well, regardless of the reasoning behind it, he took full appreciation of the act, visible by the spark that grew in his eye. She knew he wanted her... his words had subtley pointed her to that conclusion... and now, when she would see that look in his eye, it should leave little to no doubt at all. He did want her. His eyes would stroke down over her body for a moment, looking at the flesh that was hardly hidden at all under the tattered remains of her dress. But then they lifted back to her face, and he smiled, a pleased smile... and nudged her off towards the bathing room.<br><br>&nbsp;Xavier watched her take off with a musical little laugh that seemed to tickle the bakc of his neck, and he did indeed watch her... the way she flowed almost gracefully to the door, and to the delightful little sway of her bottom as she moved. When she peeked over her shoulder at him, his eyes would lift visibly from looking lower, perhaps hinting that his eyes had been on her butt, and meet her eyes for a heartbeat, before she closed the bathroom door, and disappeared from view.<br><br>&nbsp;Once the door was firmly closed, he gave a slight s hake of his head. This was almost working too well. It seems she was very open to manipulation... which means things would be alot easier for him. That was a very good thing to know for the future. Unlike some magic users who just wished to erase all will and personality from their toys, and just have a mindless fucktoy, Xavier was different. He used his magic, true... but in subtleways, as if trying to change the very desires of a person to the point that he no longer needed magic. He didn't like instant success... it was too easy and boring. But to play with a toy... to truely change their wants and desires, without them being aware... to overcome some challenges that he purposefully places between them.... now that was fun.<br><br>&nbsp;He gave a soft little laugh to himself, and turned, walking into the kitchen, and started to make something resembling a light meal. Honestly, he wasn't that hungry...... well, not for anything he had in the kitchen... so the meal was made more for her benefit than his. He got a bowl, and heated up some already cooked ham... added some fruit, bread, butter... and then after a moment, got a bottle of wine. He'd turn, walking back into the main sitting room, and set them down on a small end table, next ot a well-cushioned loveseat sitting maybe 3 steps from the roaring fireplace.<br><br>&nbsp;He'd find his way back to the kitchen, picking up two glasses, and moved back to the couch, setting them down, and filling both up, filling each about halfway full of the dark, bubbly liquid of the red wine. He really wasn't much of a white wine drinker, though he had a couple bottles of it on hand, in case he had guests who were. After a moment, he nodded. That should be suitable for the time being. He'd then pick up a nearby book, and sit himself down on one end of the couch, picking up one of the glasses of wine, and took a light little sip, flipping the book open towards the middle. The book itself was on minor magic... amateur learning, really. But sometimes, they had insightful things in these books, which is why he read them.<br><br>&nbsp;And time would pass, with him simply reading, occasionally taking a sip of the red liquid, which would stain his upper lip slightly with excess liquid that he didn't lick off. But then came the almost silent opening of the bathroom door, and the soft, almost shy call of his name. He'd turn his head, and for a moment just stared. <br><br>&nbsp;Evoshi really did look quite beautiful cleaned up. And perhaps more than that, there was something about the towel wrapped around her body, her cute bare feet padding along to bring her into the room, and her damp, fresh washed hair hanging down around her shoulders and face. It was really a very erotic sight, in his mind. Nudity could be very sexy, but there was an untapped ability for sensual power with the proper application of coverings, such as Evoshi was showing with the towel... that so simple a thing could be arousing.<br><br>&nbsp;After a few heartbeats of staring, he gave a slight shake of his head, a deep smiling blooming upon his lips. "mmm... nice to see you all cleaned up. I take it you'll want to see the closet?" He'd barely wait for her answer, and perhaps for her to give a few more words, before setting the cup of wine down, and the book to the side, before slowly standing up, and walking over to where she stood, a hand moving to come and rest on her back, right between her shoulder blades, feeling the freshly washed warmth of her flesh... and his fingertips would slide under the edge of the towel, as if to tease with feeling what little bit of flesh she kept hidden. But the touch would also start to guide her along with him, walking with her towards the stairs... and after ascending yet another long staircase, they came to another floor, though this stairway led into a long hallway, with numerous doors on either side.<br><br>&nbsp;He'd slowly guide her forward, snapping his fingers, and the dim torches on the wall flared into brightness. He'd move along, fingertips stroking her spine gently, before stopping in front of the first door on the left. He'd reach forward, tapping the doornob, and then pushed it open... and inside was literally a treasure-trove of clothing. It was about as big as the bathroom was, and the walls were lined with shelves, as well as numerous shelves and stands going down the length of the room, creating aisles... and there seemed to be almost everything there. Dresses ranging from royal to slutty, pants, tops, shorts... basicly if you could dream something up, it was here... ranging from proper to slut... there was a whole isle for normal clothing, one for lingerie, which ranged from sweet and sensual to dirty and slutty... and the last, third aisle seemed to be purely accessories... shoes, gloves, bows, ribbons, glasses, jewelry... anything and everything.<br><br>&nbsp;... apparently&nbsp; he hadn't been lying when he said he had a closet full of clothing... and it was all female. Makes one wonder if maybe he wasn't a closet pervert or something.... or maybe he was just VERY well prepared for female company that he seemed to sorely be lacking in. He must have been rich to afford all of this stuff, though quite the opposite was true... it was all magically conjured, though she wouldn't know that.<br><br>&nbsp;He would smile, and lightly stroke the back of her neck, fingers teasing through the tendrils of wet hair. "well, here you are... feel free to pick and choose what you want to wear. I'll wait for you downstairs, so you can dress in privacy." Though she could probably guess he'd be more than happy to watch. But he'd wait for a few moments, watching her... and then if she seemed ok, and had nothing to say, he'd turn, and make his way back downstairs, settling back on the couch, and resuming the reading of his book, though thinking more on what she might end up wearing than the book and its contents.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>08-01-2008, 20:15:00</strong>
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				She watched him as he stood, his voice caressing her, a blush coming to her cheeks at the touch of his glance.&nbsp; She wondered at that, at how attracted to him she was feeling right then.&nbsp; Not that it was so unusual for her feelings to mirror anothers, yet something tickled the back of her thoughts... and then she pushed it away.&nbsp; Whatever it was, it was unimportant.&nbsp; &nbsp;Besides, nothing was going to come of her feelings.&nbsp; Still, they were nice... almost as nice as the way he looked at her, talked to her, the feel of his hand between her shoulder blades...<br><br>"Yes, that would be delightful!" she said, smiling shyly at his suggestion that they go explore his closets, letting him guide her up the stairs without hesitation, putting that funny feeling out of her head.&nbsp; Instead, she concentrated on the promise of food, noting the slight scent of wine on his breath, something she could feel, or imagined she did, on the back of her still damp hair and the tips of her slightly pointed ears.&nbsp; As well she could smell ham.. she made a face at that, but the smell of fresh fruit was enticing enough, and her tummy rumbled softely, reminding her that it had been a long time since she'd eaten last.&nbsp; Had she not already been started up the stairs, she would have bulked and asked if they could eat first, but since the journey had already begun, she supposed she could wait for a little while longer...<br><br>The stair case seemed to go on forever, ending in a hall that seemed to as well.&nbsp; From the outside she'd never have guessed his home was so... big.&nbsp; She was hestitant at first to push forward, seeing as how it was so dark,&nbsp; but Xavier's presence reassured her and she giggled as his finger snaps lit the way, having forgot that he was first and foremost a mage.&nbsp; Truly, she had been about to use her pitiful magicks to create a small ball of light as the first torch flared into being.&nbsp; <br><br>And then he halted, bringing her to a halt as well, his fingertips against her skin, so gentle a touch.&nbsp; Not at all like the graspings of the fauns and satyrs of the woods.&nbsp; She leaned back, just enough so that his finger tips pressed into her skin, indenting her flesh, her lids falling for a moment, before flying wide.&nbsp; &nbsp;This was so unlike her, and yet... it felt... nice.&nbsp; Nothing in his manner conveyed anything but well meaning and she was too innocent of guile to suspect something sinister to be occuring here.&nbsp; She merely felt cherished and was aglow with the feeling.<br><br>And then all was forgotten as he opened the doors to a magical kingdom.&nbsp; She gasped, having never seen so many pretty things all in once place in her life time.&nbsp; She stood there, her mouth falling slack, her eyes full of bright wonder, unable to believe the words that teased at her ears, that she was free to chose what she wanted to wear and he would wait for her below.&nbsp; All thoughts of food were banished, as she took a hesitant step forward, almost forgetting this presence.&nbsp; Part of her noted that he had indeed left her alone, and her cheeks grew pink at the thought that she might have been rude in ignoring him, but really... how could he blame her?<br><br>She lost track of how long she spent simply touching fabrics, running her hands over dresses that shimmered and sparkled, picking up and examining lace and leather meant for a princess.&nbsp; So many choices... she thought that she might be able to spend a year and a day here and never wear the same thing twice...<br><br>That thought made her pause, remembering her promised service.&nbsp; Perhaps the Mage would let her try something on from time to time if she visited him?&nbsp; &nbsp;The thought was a nice one.&nbsp; She pictured herself sitting in his library by the fire dressed in something pretty, telling him tales or singing songs and laughing and eating cake.&nbsp; She giggled, thinking it a silly thought, but a nice one, as thoughts went. <br><br>After a goodly while, during which she lost track of time and of how many different dresses she'd tried on, she found something that was pleasing to her as she admired her reflection in a tall mirror.&nbsp; It was strange seeing the girl staring back at her, someone familiar yet not, dressed in finery that had been meant for a lady, rather then a wood land sprite.&nbsp; Still... it was nice to pretend.&nbsp; She'd discoverd a comb and managed to brush her hair out and fix it with a jewled beret, keeping it off of one ear, so as to show off the matching earring that she'd clipped on as well.&nbsp; And then, with nervous steps she made her way down the hall and back down the stairs, hoping that Xavier would be pleased with her appearence...<br><br>She stood at the lowest step, the heat of the fire touching her cheeks,&nbsp; wondering how she had come to be here, dressed like this.&nbsp; It was so unlike anything she'd ever considered before and she felt suddenly nervous as she stepped into the room.&nbsp; She thought of her reflection in the mirror, the sky blue dress that she wore, thin straps laying over her slender shoulders, cleaving to her form, it's hem at mid thigh, hiding the top of her snow white stockings, held up by a device she'd agonized over until she figured out that it was meant as a belt of types to hold them up.&nbsp; Delicate lace panties and a matching bra were barely hidden through the fabric of the dress, itself made of thin silk that felt so wonderful upon her skin.&nbsp; She had even ventured to put on white silk slippers, which were almost as good as being barefoot.<br><br>"Sorry I took so long, Xavier." she said, her voice shy with a hint of mirth.&nbsp; "There was just so many beautiful things.&nbsp; I hope I look alright?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>09-01-2008, 11:44:50</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Xavier was only idly flipping throught he pages of his book, partly seeing the words, though partly wondering what it is she would eventually decide on wearing... though it was something he only had to wonder for a while... though honestly, it seemed like forever. Go figure... women and clothes. Gues sshe was no different... but idly, the thought of her spending alot of time trying things on actually made him smile slightly. And when&nbsp; her voice came, he lifted his gaze from the pages of the book over to the entry of the stairway.<br><br>&nbsp;He had intended to act blown away regardless of what she wore, but as soon as his eyes connected to her, he actually felt himself staring for real. His eyes slowly ran from her combed hair, down over her face, meeting her eyes for a moment, before trailing even lower, over the dress and stockings... and down to the lil shoes she wore... and then after that, slowly wormed their way back upwards, as if to appreciate yet again the vision before him. She might have said something, but for a few moments, Xavier simply stared at her, and if she might have had any doubt on how she looked, it may have been blown away in that moment.<br><br>&nbsp;But finally, he got his senses back. "wow... you look...... wow." Gave a slight shake of his head, and chuckled softly. "... you look absolutely ravishing." He slightly emphasized 'ravish' in the sentence, as if to put the idea in her head, though he didn't use any more magic, figuring what flowed through her right now would suffice for the time being. He'd set the book to the side, and lightly pat His lap, as if giving open invitation for her to use it as her seat. His eyes rested fully upon her, and she would again see that spark deep within... the spark that made her feel more like a woman. The spark that a man gets when he sees a beautiful woman that he wants... and she should be able to tell that Xavier wanted her.<br><br>&nbsp;"I take it you found everything ok? I was starting to wonder if perhaps you got lost in all the clothes..." giving a teasing little wink at her. Honestly, despite the amount of time she had taken, it had been well spent, obviously. He didn't know what to expect when she came down, given the sheer variety of clothing and accessories in the closet... but this..... this was a surprise. A very pleasant one, at that.<br><br>&nbsp;"... but I take it your hungry. Perhaps you should eat a bit while we talk... and after, if your feeling up for it, maybe you can entertain me with a story. My books tend to get a little boring for a while. Great learning... but poor entertainment value." giving a small grin, a hand resting on the cover of the book he had set aside, before lifting it up, and setting it on the ground next to the couch, as if to get it out of the way, in the chance that they might&nbsp; make better use of the whole couch's surface.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>14-01-2008, 19:18:04</strong>
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				Evoshi smiled shyly, delight evident in her eyes at his praise.&nbsp; She knew it was foolish, and yet, she enjoyed his obvious pleasure in her attire.&nbsp; She felt pretty and really, there was nothing wrong with that.&nbsp; Besides, it obviously pleased him, seeing her like this.&nbsp; A warmth spread over the surface of her skin as he looked her over, not merely embarrassment or pleasure, but something else, something... new.&nbsp; It was an exciting feeling, making her giddy and nervous both at the same time, escpecially when it began to settle in her breasts and below her belly.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes, I found everything fine... You really think I look pretty?&nbsp; I... you have <em>so</em> many nice clothes, I had a hard time deciding..."&nbsp; &nbsp; She looked up, meeting his eyes and it was if something rooted itself deep within her, something she couldn't put a name nor a feeling too, and yet, it felt... both wrong and right.&nbsp; Shaking her head slightly, as if too dislodge it, she turned her gaze towards the fire, wondering if it was responsible for the strange warmth that invaded her, only to have her eyes drawn back to Xavier's lap...<br><br>Not quite knowing why, she felt a strange compulsion, one that needed answering and she almost tripped overherself as she skipped forward and settled on his lap with a happy little sigh, her hands in her lap, unsure of where else to put them, her legs crossed at the ankle as he balanced herself on his thighs, feeling his manhood bulging beneath her.&nbsp; She cocked her head so that she could meet his gaze, and looked deep into his eyes, feeling suddenly lost within them.&nbsp; So deep, so dark... she shivered, goosebumps prickling her skin, and yet, it wasn't a shiver of fear, but of something else, something within her that answered the darkness within the Magician that called out to her.<br><br>"Hungry..."&nbsp; she nodded, barely hearing the question, barely able to breath in his presence, wanting him to pull her close suddenly, wanting to touch him, yet afraid to do anything more then sit there and await his instructions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>16-01-2008, 09:41:06</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Xavier watched as she stood there, the shy smile seeming suitable upon her lips. There was a slight blush that he noticed upon her cheeks, though he didn't know if it was from his compliment, or perhaps because of where her thoughts might be taking her at this moment. <br>"yes, you look quite beautiful... and I'm sure you'll have plenty of chances to wear many of the clothing in the closet." His lips curling into a deeper smile, one of genuine like of her current appearance.<br><br>&nbsp;He almost chuckled as she seemed to push into motion, almost looking to fall forward in her eagerness... and then sliding into a skip that made her look much like a little girl that her height made her seem at first. He smiled as he felt the slight shift of weight within his lap as her smaller form sat down, and waited for a moment, sure that she would feel the bulge of his erection under her ass. But after a few moments, when she says nothing, both of his hands slide to rest on her body, first resting on her hips, and then slowly eased around, stretching past&nbsp; her lap to lightly rest on her knees, his eyes following the motion of his hands, as if unable to help but feel her firm little legs clad tightly in those stockings, fingers stroking lightly over them, slowly easing upwards to the edge of the skirt, and for a moment, his fingers almost slipped under it... but then stopped, though left his right hand on her leg.<br><br>&nbsp;When she nodded, and spoke of hunger, his eyes went to look down into her eyes, and just stared into the depths of them a moment, as if he somehow knew the hunger she spoke of wasn't for food... but for something more carnal. But after a few heartbeats, his left hand reached over, picking up a piece of fruit, a small grape, and brought it up, almost teasingly brushing it over her lips, before feeding it to her, and when the fruit was taken, a fingertip lightly stroked her lips in an almost sexually intimate way... before drawing away.<br><br>&nbsp;"... good?" he asks softly, watching her face... before the hand would reach over, and pick up another piece of fruit, this time a strawberry... moving it up to his own lips, and seems to kiss the end of it, perhaps making her more aware of her desire to feel that kiss on her flesh... and then take a small bite of it, chewing slowly, before offering the other part of it up to her lips, eyes watching hers to see if she would take it from his fingers.<br><br>&nbsp;"After we're done eating... I was hoping that you might entertain me with a story... since I'm sure you know many that I would find quite interesting..." as he said that, the hand on her thigh, just beneath the edge of her skirt, lightly stroked along her thigh, teasing the firm flesh beneath it, as if soothing her.... or perhaps purposefully stroking the fire that was starting to build up within her small frame.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 19:39:55</strong>
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				As his hands settled on her hips, she forgot to breath, wondering what had come over her to make her heart skip a beat.&nbsp; This was so unlike her and a small finger or worry began to gnaw at the back of her mind... it lasted barely a minute, dismissed as his smooth hands - hands not used to rough work, she though.&nbsp; Smooth hands, the hands of a lord... or a magician, in his case - moved slowly to her legs, settling on the smooth silk of her stockings, pushing away all thoughts of anything but how nice they felt, how pleasant his touch, his fingers gentle against them, and then brushing against the flesh above their border.&nbsp; She held her breath, wondering if they would stop there, thinking that she should tell him to stop, and yet... she couldn't form the words.&nbsp; She almost gasped with disappointment as one hand left it's place, gingerly taking up a ripe red grape and offering it to her...<br><br>It felt cool upon her lips, and she wondered if it was magically chilled or if she had grown too warm this near the fire... not that the heat of her body could be entirely ascribed to outside sources.&nbsp; The thought made her blush again, her cheeks and the tips of her ears growing warm, and yet, she enjoyed the thought, the feel of his hand brushing the her hem... it felt... she wasn't sure how it felt, only that she liked it, and yes, even hungered for more.&nbsp; <br><br>The grape was sweet, as was the fact that his feeding it to her has been more an act of seduction almost.&nbsp; She closed her eyes, her small teeth cutting it in twain so that, the sweet juices of it pleasant upon her tongue as she carefully chewed and swallowed.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes, good.&nbsp; Very good."&nbsp; She wasn't entirely sure if his question refered to the fruit or what his hand was doing... but either way, her response would have been the same.&nbsp; She took the strawberry from his fingers, savoring it as well, almost as intimate as a kiss, the warmth of his lips still marking it, it's meat glistening where he had taken a bite from it, biting into it herself, leaving a small portion in his fingers.<br><br><em>After we're done...</em> Eating, she wondered? Or did he have something else in mind?&nbsp; The thought was flitting, yet it took hold of her, making her wonder if he had other ideas, wondered if the hand upon her thigh would rest there or wander still upwards.&nbsp; It felt so good there, so pleasing.&nbsp; She turned her head so that she could see his eyes, smiling at him, at first unsure, but then relaxing as she seemed to fall into his gaze.&nbsp; Impulsivly she leaned slowly forward, her lips parted, stained slightly red... pressing them against his, she kissed him.&nbsp; Gently, softly, tenderly.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>19-01-2008, 16:33:32</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Xavier watched as her lips closed around the meat of the strawberry, taking her own bite from it, and for a moment, pondered the mental image of her lips wrapped around something else... but after a heartbeat, the thought was lost adrift the countless other hundreds that floated on the edge of consciousness in his mind, not yet reaching the surface to take over his thinking... for his mind at the moment was more concerned with simply watching the beautiful woman in his lap. With the tiny bit of fruit left in his hand, his head turned a moment, reaching over to drop it on the plate, and turned to look back, only to find her gazing at him, his eyes seemingly instantly locked with hers, sharing a look with her that seemed to charge the air between them with a forceful presence of... something.<br><br>&nbsp;His eyes were gazing deeply into hers when, after a few moments of intense eye-contact, she suddenly leaned in, and his lips parted for a moment, as if to ask her something, but then there was the feathery soft caress of flesh upon flesh, feeling her juice flavored kiss as her lips interlocked with his. His lips at first just pressed to hers, but after a heartbeat, he slowly started to kiss her back, teasing her back with the same teasing softness, though as the kiss drew out, there was a slow tendril of heat that was starting to worm through it... the heat starting to stroke up the fire in both of their bodies. At first, it was hard to distinguish just what it was, but after a moment, she might recognize it as growing desire... the desire that was growing within him for her.<br><br>&nbsp;As they kissed, his eyes would watch her for a few moments, studying the expression that might settle across her face, though they would slowly drift shut, so as to fully appreciate the sensation of the kiss. His free hand, which had been holding the last remnants of the fruit, would move to fall back towards her body, coming to rest on the material of the dress, fingers pressing upon it, and upon the smoothness of her abdomen beneath the clothing. The fingers settled there for a moment, but as the kiss continued to draw out longer, fingers would start to move slightly, stroking her stomach through the dress, as if he were trying to stroke the flames of her own growing arousal even higher than they already were getting. The other hand, which at the moment had been resting upon her stocking-covered inner thigh, would start to stroke slowly, almost seemingly in time with the motion of its brother upon her tummy. The fingers would tease the flesh of her thigh, as if trying to coax them to separate for his pleasure. The fingers that had once been held at bay by the edge of the fabric that made up her skirt would slowly slide underneath, though teasingly, almost agonizingly slow, fingertips trailing over the edge of the stockings, until they end, and fingertip connects with the warm, smooth surface of her bare skin, starting to ease a trail towards the juncture of her thighs, perhaps in a teasing quest to verify if she had added underwear to her attire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>21-01-2008, 19:45:43</strong>
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				Oh, and such a kiss it was, her lips soft and yeilding, moist with a desire that she'd never felt before, his soft and sweet with the juice of the strawberry, yet firm and male... in a very short time she was lost, losing track of where his mouth began, and hers ended, yielding to him like in such a way as she had never imagined, forgetting to breath, her breath coming in short gasp when finally, her body reminded her...&nbsp; the feeling filled her, like a thousand light, feathery touches teasing her skin, fluttering down her throat, over her shoulder, down her spine as she shivered in delight.&nbsp; The most deligtful feeling spread over her small breasts, coming to a head at her little rosebud nipples.&nbsp; She delighed in the feeling that arose there, the tips of her breasts swelling with pleasure, becoming small nubs of wonder as the strained against the material of her dress, and then, even that was lost as a similar, yet more intense feeling made itself known between her legs and she, for one long moment, lost herself in it, in the feelings that washed over her, in his kisses...<br><br>She came back to earth, for surely it was heaven that she had flown too, it was with the feel of his fingers upon her belly and thigh, stoking the fires that had suddenly ignited within her, rising slowly beneath the hem of her dress until she could feel them upon her sensitive inner thigh... no, she thought for one brief moment, but it was gone before it had even arisen, and her thighs slowly spread for him as if they had a mind of their own, the cleft between her legs suddendly moist with want, with carnal desires, it's very heat pulling at his fingers, trying to draw them upwards to her thin, now damp, lacey underwear, the only barrier between her secret places and his questing hands.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>23-01-2008, 19:18:34</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Cosmo's lips pressed to her, the teasing brush of lips becoming a much firmer press of petals to hers, the heat flaring up through the kiss, as if through that kiss, he was working on flaring up the passion that was starting to rise up within her. But, after what seemed an eternity, his lips would slowly break contact from hers, drawing back far enough that he may look into her eyes, though after a moment, his own gaze would drift down the features of her face, down to the lips that he had just quite passionately embraced with his own, looking at how the light coming from the fireplace made them glisten before his eyes.<br><br>&nbsp;"... wow..." came the soft words from his lips, the word spoken in a near whisper, before his eyes would lift back up to hers, staring deep into them. He leaned back towards her, almost as if to kiss her again, but his lips would stop, just a hairs-breadth from her own. "... are you still hungry?" His eyes stared deep into hers, as if to try and hypnotize her, though he was also looking at what emotions may flow through her sight.<br><br>&nbsp;Even as the query passed his lips, both of his hands moved almost as if of their own accord, nothing in his own eyes seemingly apparent of the fact what they were doing. He felt the widening of her thighs, as if she was giving open invitation for the feel of his hand teasing, and rising up to claim a hold of her womanhood. The hand on her leg kept stroking the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, feeling the tenseness of the firm flesh, his fingertips continuing their teasing under the edge of the skirt, caressing fingertips all the way up until he felt the heat coming off of her womanhood through the lace of her underwear. Fingertips brushed up until they encountered the material of her panties, fingertip stroking over the dampness at the front, feeling proof of her arousal. His fingertip would start to tease up and down where her cunt lips would be, if the material of the panties didn't keep his touch from her flesh.<br><br>&nbsp;The other hand moved, as if to make sure it wasn't outdone by its brethren, started to move along her stomach, teasingly the smooth silken flesh of her tummy beneath the dress. His fingers stroked with the intension of keeping the flame lit within her core, and even trying to make it grow... until the heat was felt throughout her entirety. After the question was asked, and he waited on her answer, the hand started to slide upwards, until she felt the teasing strength of his fingertips along the underside of where her smaller, ripe breasts pressed out against the dress. His eyes glanced downwards for a moment, as if looking upon the gorgeous form of her body, taking note of the beauty of her spread thighs, the waist of her dress hunched up higher towards her waist, and of the twin peaks of her nipples pressing against the dress.<br><br>&nbsp;Xavier's eyes would slide back up, staring into hers, almost hungrily with the spark of obvious desire in them. She would have to be very slow to not feel the hard bulge of his aroused member pressing against her ass, which was still quite firmly resting upon his lap... speaking of his own want for her, just as the signs he felt from her own body spoke of her arousal for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>25-01-2008, 08:51:31</strong>
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				The question took her by surprise, so enraptured in their kiss was Evoshi.&nbsp; Was she hungry?&nbsp; Yes, but not a physical hunger, at least not for food.&nbsp; It was a hunger of the spirit and of the body, for what he was feeding her... a different sort of magic then she might have expected, yet just as potent, just as powerful...<br><br>Each time he broke their kiss, drawing back from her, his eyes searching hers, she knew what he saw... desire.&nbsp; Never in her all too short life had she felt such desire for one being.&nbsp; What had begun as a small warmth had quickly begun to burn withing her.&nbsp; Suddenly she understood the moth drawn to the flame.&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled at him, encouraging him to resume their kiss, her lips hungry for it, knowing that if he left her wanting too long, she would die... a small giggle broke upon her lips, knowing how melodramtic that was, breaking the mood briefly, keeping her from being drawn in completely... she watched him as he drank her in, wondering what he say in her.&nbsp; Did he find her pretty?&nbsp; Desireable?&nbsp; Was his passion based on pity or sympathy or simply lust?&nbsp; His eyes seemed... deep, like a bottomless pit and suddenly, she found herself lost in them, forgetting that flutter of thoughts that had taken up residence in her head, losing them to something more carnal, something primative...<br><br>As if suddenly freed, she lifted her head, her lips pressing against his, almost savagely, even as a small voice in her head warned her that something was amiss... she cared not.&nbsp; All she could think of was how wonderful his hands felt upon her thighs, his fingertips stroking her flesh, inching upwards into her secret places, carressing her so intimately, like no man before him had ever dared...<br><br>And she welcomed it, a sudden moan escaping her mouth, breathlessly passing between them, borne by their kiss.&nbsp; All that seperated his touch from her most private places was a thin layer of lace, and even that was too much.&nbsp; She wanted it gone, wanted him to push it aside and touch her, enter her even, with his silken touch.&nbsp; Oh, it was too much.&nbsp; She moaned again, this time letting it trail off to a whimper, even as her hand sought out his, pressing him against her while the other cupped the back of his head, dreading the moment when he might escape her. <br><br>A thrill roiled through her as his other hand took up it's exploration as well, questing gently, more question then conquest.<br><br>"Yes, oh, please..." she answered, her lips parting from his only long enough to breath out an almost silent answer.&nbsp; "Touch me all over.&nbsp; I want you..."&nbsp; they were foriegn words, and once again, a small voice warned her of dangerous waters being tread, but how could something so wonderful bring her to harm?&nbsp; Once again, and this time it was so much easier, she pushed the stray thought aside, the hand between her legs, the one that pressed him against her mound, slowly pulling her panties aside for him as her hips pushed forward and her back curved.&nbsp; Her legs, as if creatures with designs of their own, spread apart like the gates of a fortress, opening for him.&nbsp; <br><br>As his his hand rose higher upon her belly, passing ribs until it teased the undersides of her small breasts, she let out a gasp, her chin tilting upwards as her head fell back, her hair spread out upon her soft shoulders like a fan.&nbsp; "Please, don't ever stop.&nbsp; I've never felt like this before. I want you so badly..."<br><br>And she knew he wanted her as well.&nbsp; She knew enough to understand that the bugle between his thighs that pressed against her small bottom spoke of lust and desire that mirrored her own.&nbsp; She knew enough to know that it would both quench and ignite the need she felt within her fragile frame.&nbsp; She felt aflame and suddenly she wanted to be free of the confining garments she wore, only she was powerless to do more then kiss him and pray that he understood what it was she wanted and needed.<br><br>With that thought, she kissed him again, this time, her instinct pulled her moist and hungry lips apart and sent her flickering tongue to force a passage between his lips, trying to lose herself within his inviting kiss.<br><br>"<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>27-01-2008, 14:36:57</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Xavier would look down at her, his eyes looking deep into hers, as if trying to gaze deep into the very core of her existence, trying to pull the deepest secrets out of her with his gaze alone. He'd watch her give a little giggle, which when added together with the fetching blush upon her cheeks made her look very much like a girl who was happy, gorgeous with the look of a woman who was just that.... wholly sensual, and wholly feminine. His eyes stared deep into hers, feeling the charge in the air between them from the intense gaze between them... and then watched as she lifted up, forcefully pressing her lips to his in an almost wild amazon manner, showing just how badly she felt the mix of magically induced interest, and natural desire flaring upwards, burning her body from the inside out.<br><br>&nbsp;His own lips were pressing quite intimately upon hers, even as he felt her smaller hand press to his that lay between her spread thighs, her other curled around behind his head, as if trying to trap him into the kiss, perhaps afraid he'd draw back, though it was in truth the farthest thing from his mind. His body held a burning heat within that was growing in temperature with each passing moment with this gorgeous creature close, his eyes, lips, and bulging lap speaking volumes of what he was feeling for her.... just as her body was speaking volumes to him about what she was feeling.... as if her words of desire and want for his touch to continue weren't enough indication of what she wanted deep inside of her.<br><br>&nbsp;Xavier's fingers, guided a bit more by her slim fingers over his, started to teasingly brush along the front of her lace panties, the only thing barrier between his fingers and her aroused womanhood. He could feel the damp heat through the thin material... but then felt her fingers slide away from his, and for a moment, he pondered what she was doing... perhaps she changed her mind? But then the material of her panties was pulled to the side, and his fingers brushed over bare, aroused woman. He felt the slick juices that proved her arousal coat his fingertips, as if trying to mark his flesh with proof of how badly she wanted him. He'd tease a finger up and down along her slit, giving her the feel of stroking fingers upon her... though, after a few moments of this, he decided to feel her from the inside, so a finger would poise, brushing between her lips, and to rest at the very entrance of her body... before pushing in all the way up to the knuckle, almost 3 inches of finger pressing into the small girl's opening. He marveled at the feeling of how incredibly tight, and hot her walls felt wrapped around his finger... which made him wonder how it would feel when his much larger member would force into her in the near to immediate future.<br><br>&nbsp;He'd break the kiss, the hand just beneath her breasts would slide upwards, and she'd feel the strength of his grasp as his fingers pressed through the material, into the softness of her left breast. At first his fingers did nothing but hold tight to the orb of flesh, feeling it in his palm. Despite her size, she did have nice sized breasts for her body... and they seemed to fit his touch perfectly, as if made for no other hand than his.<br><br>&nbsp;"... perhaps... we should undress. I fear your beauty is making me aroused enough that I'm about to rip my pants." speaking, again in n0ot as rude a manner as could have been, that he was hard for her.... thinking her beautiful... and that he wanted to see her naked. More so, he wanted to be naked with her.... and there's no doubt whatsoever as to where that would lead. But even as he spoke, that finger wiggled around lightly within the depths of her pussy, feeling the walls closing in on her, his eyes staring into hers, as if not at all aware of that singular finger and the hand on her breast toying with her body, striving her arousal for him higher.<br><br>&nbsp;Part of him was thrilled at how much this girl, his soon to be new-pet, was arousing him... and he was almost tempted to just undo his pants, and take her right there, both of them fully dressed. The fact they would do it still garbed added to the situation... but he knew there would be a whole year of time to do everything he could possibly imagine to her, now that she was promised into service to him. <br><br>... and he was a mage with one hell of an imagination... and the magic power to make it all hapen, willing victim or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>28-01-2008, 19:59:05</strong>
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				She felt so warn, unnaturally so.&nbsp; It was as if a fire was being stoked within her.&nbsp; And, in a sense, it was... in her breasts, between her legs, in her belly... Never had she felt a need so fierce and aching.&nbsp; What had come over her?&nbsp; The thought was brief and weak to take hold within her head as he returned her kiss with one of his own, a kiss that almost crackled with palpable energy, with lust and desire and need.&nbsp; Whether it was hers, his, or a shared feeling, she couldn't tell, only that it was overwhelming, driving her to do things she'd never contemplated before, least of all with one of his race.&nbsp; Still, she didn't pull away from his kiss.&nbsp; The very thought of doing so was almost painful.<br><br>Feeling his touch between her legs, accidently brushing her sensitive inner thighs, she moaned softly into his mouth, her eyes mere wide as they drank in his dark orbs, unable to break their locked gaze.&nbsp; Oh, that felt so wonderful, they seemed to say, widening ever more as he stroked her petals and her rose bud, causing her to gasp so suddenly that she was forced to break their kiss.&nbsp; But not their gaze.&nbsp; Oh, no, not that.&nbsp; She felt lost in it, trapped, and yet, it wasn't a feeling to fight, but rather one to embrace...<br><br>She felt a moment of the world standing still, of time holding it's breath, and then a single finger pushed it's way between her folds, slipping easily within her now wet entry, so intimate, so welcome and yet unwelcome.&nbsp; She suddenly felt the fearing of fear, wondering how far this was going to go and knowing that she had lost control over what happened here, over her own body, over her own desires... stop stop stop she thought, and yet she couldn't.&nbsp; She wanted this as much as she didn't want it, at least that's what her head and body were telling her, even if her heart and spirit rebelled... in the end, it was not enough, and she gave in, pushing her hips slowly forward upon his finger, her entry so small and tight around the single digit, squeezing it within her until her felt his fist against her mound of venus.&nbsp; <br><br>Her ribs and chest were apulse with her breathe, his hand upon the undercurve of her breast so lovely, squeezing it gently, brushing against her sensitve nipple to inflame it with sensations only imagined before today.&nbsp; Her whole body was heightened beyond all imagination, shivering and quivering and shuddering suddenly with all the pent up desire that he had suddenly unleashed within her.&nbsp; She wanted this, wanted what he was doing, wanted him inside of her.&nbsp; That thought pushed all others from her head.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes, we should..." she managed, in answer, eager for their flesh to be pressed together, yet reluctant to lose his touch, his invasion, for even a fleeting moment and then, his finger became a living thing within her and she couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't even speak.&nbsp; All thoughts of undressing fled and she sat there, transfixed, her hips suddenly taking on a life of their own as they moved slowly back and forth, impaled by upon his hand, her dainty hands moving to his shoulders, gripping his upper arms as she slowly began to fuck his hand, unable to stop herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>01-02-2008, 00:29:25</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Xavier stared deeply into her eyes, not breaking the contact as his finger slowly worked around deep within the tight confines of her womanly channel. He rather enjoyed the feeling of her soft, slick, heated inner walls clamping down upon the finger... which seemed like an incredibly tight fit... which made him wonder just how it would feel when her love channel was firmly impaled upon his manhood.<br><br>&nbsp;After a few moments, his eyes did finally break from hers, staring down the length of her body to where her hips were starting to undulate, his hand staying still, and watching her hips slide back and forth, slowly working herself upon his finger. His lips smiled, and his free hand would for a moment pull itself away from the attraction of toying with one of her lush, small orbs. It would trail its way down over her stomach, towards where its brother was firmly toying with her wet opening. But when she thinks she might have another hand toying with her womanly bits, instead, fingers curl up within the skirt of her dress, and slowly raise them upwards, slowly revealing the perfection of her sexy stocking-clad legs... upwards and upwards, until she was revealed all the way up to the waist, so that both of them might watch her body forcing herself back and forth upon the hard finger lodged within her channel.<br><br>&nbsp;Xavier's lips would move to graze over the side of her neck, teeth felt raking gently over her flesh, feeling the tremble in her skin as she showed just how hot she was for his touch, lewdly working herself on the finger. His lips seemed incredibly soft against her neck, placing a soft kiss, and then a soft, heated whisper passed his lips to brush over the edge of her hearing.<br><br>&nbsp;"... are you that eager for me to fill you, beautiful?"<br><br>&nbsp;As he said that, his finger would curl slightly, so that the tip of his finger would scratch lightly along her inner wall. Not in a painful way, but definitely different, the friction making more pleasure course through her gorgeous body. But beyond that, his hand stayed perfectly still, finding the sight of her forcing herself on the finger quite exciting, as she might feel under her ass. Another benefit fo her fucking the finger... it was making her slide her tight, panty clad ass back and forth over the bulge of his arousal, making it throb a bit, and seem to pulse a little bit bigger. She got a good feel of its size from the constantly rubbing she was giving back and forth over it, as if purposefully trying to put the thought of fucking her body, whether sex or ass, deep into his mind.<br><br>&nbsp;"... though I have something that I think would feel much better firmly within your body... now if only we could solve the problem of these burdensome clothing."<br><br>&nbsp;His voice held a soft little tone of amusement mixed deep within the mingling emotions of desire and arousal that came pouring forth. His lips would brush her neck just beneath her ear, whispering softly, so that even she might have just a little bit of difficulty hearing him. "... think you can help remove our clothing?" giving her the task of getting the both of them naked... seeing just how badly she wanted to have him naked.... how badly she wanted to be naked for him, so that their flesh may be properly joined... as that of a man and a woman.... though in his mind, it was more of a Master and slave..... or would be soon.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>16-02-2008, 19:50:26</strong>
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				She was finding it harder and harder to think, her body merely reacting to his every touch, his every gesture, his every whim as he fondled her and touched her in places she would never have allowed a stranger to touch... she wondered at why it didn't bother her more then it did, but then, that thought was pushed quickly away... in fact, the only thought that seemed to resonate within her was the thought of something besides his finger pushing her apart and penetrating the depths of her womanhood... <br><br>She let out a sigh, pleasure, need, lust, joy... it was all encompassing, saying more then words could, especially since she found that words had fled her as her body reacted to his ministrations...<br><br>her skin felt so warm, the spider silk of his touches leaving trails of heat upon her, her breasts, her lips, her hips, her thighs... suddenly she wanted him to tear the clothes from her, to feel the cool air upon her naked skin... her nipples ached to be touched and worshipped, the feel of her skirt lifting a balm to her need.&nbsp; <br><br>She let out a soft moan, one that lasted seemingly forever, as her eyes fought the light, shutting and then flying wide as a new sensation filled her, the feel of his teeth making her shiver with aniticipation and driving the last vestiges of worry from her mind.<br><br>"Oh, goddess, Xavier.&nbsp; I have never felt this good in my life... Please don't stop..." she managed, her voice a mere whisper, her head turning to try to capture his lips in a kiss, her body still rising and falling on his hand, slowly...&nbsp; and then his voice, and she realized that yes, she was eager for him to fill her...<br><br>"Yes, oh yes, oh yes..." she managed, his breath still warm against her heated flesh, and then... "Please, I beg of you..."<br><br>She gasped then, as his fingers curled within her, her body spasming once, twice, her hands curling up into grasping fists as her nails sank into her palms and her thighs spread wide as she pushed herself further against him, forcing him deeper within her, her pace picking up, her hips thrusting, not hard, yet insistant, her cunt sopping now, her juices running over his knuckles and over his palms and the back of his hands.&nbsp; <br><br>When he suggested he could fill her with something else, more gates gave way, and she nodded, unable to find the words, biting her lower lip against the sounds that wanted to force themselves from her throat.&nbsp; The suprressed feelings of this being wrong somehow fled from her... she wanted this, wanted what he wanted... her clothes, yes, he was simply responding to her needs....<br><br>"Yes."&nbsp; It was a simple answer, and yet it was everything.&nbsp; Yes, I will do as you wish, anything to feel like this, to have more... she reached up to push the thin straps of her dress from her shoulders, pushing them down over her arms, all the while wishing he would rip the clothes from her, yet knowing that he wanted this slow dance, the seduction of undressing, and wanting to give him all his desires as he was fulfilling all of hers....<br><br>Pulling her arms from first one strap, then the other, she then pushed her bodice down, revealing her small breasts and her hardened nipples, blushing pink and straining to be touched. Lifting her hips, suddenly frantic to be freed, despite her promise to proceed slowly, she pulled her dress up so that it was bunched about her waist and then struggled to pull it over her head, revealing all but her stocking clad legs and her sex, barely concealed by her now sex stained panties...<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>27-02-2008, 05:57:41</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Xavier would lean back a bit more into the soft cushions of the couch, staring down at her for a few moments, watching her slowly start to strip herself of the dress that clung divinely to her small, yet wholly feminine curves. A faint twitch was given at the corner of his lips when he saw her start to tear the dress off, as if somehow unable to bare wearing it any longer... as if the very touch of fabric to her flesh was suffocating her. He'd watch the sudden flury of movement, before the dress was tossed aside, revealing every bit of flesh of the gorgeous girl, save for where the stockings clung sinfully delicious to her legs, and the panties, already soaked with the build up juices of her rising desire, clung wetly to her body.<br><br>&nbsp;He'd lean down, and his lips would find her ear, nipping sharply at it, whispering soft little words into her ear, his breath gentle and warm brushing over her flesh, caressing it with each spoken syllable.<br><br>&nbsp;"... your so beautiful, Evoshi... such a gorgeous woman..." ... and although he held it back, in his mind, the words softly echoed .oO ... and you'll make such a gorgeous slave...Oo.<br><br>&nbsp;With her flesh recently exposed, his hands would move, that single finger giving a few little sharp thrusts of the finger into her body, before he'd pull it out, feeling the juices that liberally coated his fingers and hand. The hand would lift upwards, barely brushing her skin, leaving a very small trail of her juices on her flesh, connecting a trail from her soaked womanhood up towards her lips. Once the fingers were that high, honey-coated fingertips would brush her lips, teasingly circling them.<br><br>&nbsp;"... your so excited. Look how wet you are... how wet you've made my fingers, getting them dirty while they were trying to give you pleasure... you should be a good girl, and clean them up... and thank them for what they did to please you."<br><br>&nbsp;Even as these words and commands were given into her ear, his free hand, unsullied by the juices of her soaping cunt, would trail along her side, pressing in firmly enough to feel the definite curve of each rib, slowly stroking upwards, until they caressed the outer edge of her left breast, this time feeling bare flesh to bare flesh, instead of having the material of clothing interrupting the electrifying touch. His fingers would slide upward, over the full orb of her succulent breast, fingers sliding around it, before his hand would lift, and palm the pliant flesh. His grasp was easily enough to envelope the bit of flesh, cupping it, as if to cage it possessively for his use, not yet allying any pressure with his fingers... simply allowing the warmth of his skin pressing to hers to be felt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>22-03-2008, 20:38:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She hesitated for the barest moment, a small spark of independence trying to make itself known within her... and then, suddenly as it flared up, it was gone and she found herself wrapping her lips around his finger, sucking her own juices from his flesh... the taste was... strange, but not unpleasant.&nbsp; She let them linger in her mouth, cleaning them caerfully with her tongue before loosing them, kissing the tips of his fingers carefully, her eyes rising to meet his, hoping that he was pleased with her actions...<br><br>And all the while, he played her body, bringing a flush to her skin, his hands like a virtuosos, bringing her slowly to peaks and depths yet umplumbed by anyone.&nbsp; She met his eyes and she melted beneath his touch, suddenly robbed of breath as he carressed her, so intimate, so possesive, his touch electric and yet subtle.&nbsp; She felt herself responding in ways she had never imagined, squirming beneath his touch, suddenly wanting to take his hands in hers and press them between her legs, her slit puffy and wet and wanting... <br><br>"Oh, please sir..." she managed, suddenly overcome by a small spasm as he kneaded her breast...&nbsp; A thought entered her mind, a sinfully wonderful thought, one that she was sure was her own... and she reached between his legs and began carressing him, feeling the bulge of his manhood, wondering what it would be like to free it, to have it pushing at her, within her... she moaned silently, her eyes suddenly closing, wanting that more then anything, but unable to ask.&nbsp; Instead, she simply stroked it, content to let him have his way with her for now... praying that he wouldn't tire of his lover, his slave... she blinked once at the thought, wondering where it had come from, but then his thumb teased against her nipple and she was lost once again, forgetting even to breath as his hands roamed over her naked flesh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magician's Apprentice (Antone &amp; Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>23-03-2008, 14:20:18</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Xavier would watch with a satisfied smile as she dutifully cleaned his fingers of the juices that coated them, worshipingly servicing his digits as he instructed. When they were clean, his fingers would draw back, dropping down to cradle the small weight of her other breast in his hand, now cradling both breasts in both hands, squeezing and massaging them firmly, toying with the pliant flesh, teasing her body to new peaks of pleasure.<br><br>&nbsp;But a soft groan of pleasure would rush from between his lips when he felt the small grasp of her hand closing in on the bulge of his aroused manhood that rested half under her ass, half between her legs. His cock throbbed a bit against the grasp, as if trying to break free of the confines of his pants and get into the grasp of the gorgeous woman in his lap. with a little groan, he'd lean down, his lips brushing teasingly over hers, just enough to steal a bit of her breath, before he whispered against her lips.<br><br>&nbsp;"... you can feel how excited you've made me. But perhaps you should slide off my lap, and onto your knees before me, and help me remove those troublesome pants. Then you can see first hand exactly the effect your beauty has upon me."<br><br>&nbsp;His fingers would close on her nipples, pinching firmly, and then tugging forward, as if to help get her in the motion of sliding from his lap, before they'd relax, loosening the touch, and drawing away from her body, leaning back firmly into the cushions of the couch, watching her with an expectant look in his eyes.
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