What DO you do...in the Bath? (Tulaq and Asad)
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				Title: <strong>What DO you do...in the Bath? (Tulaq and Asad)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiya</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 09:13:26</strong>
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				Another night, another time...<br>Say another prayer...<br><br><br>She stood, silks rustling around her limbs as she began to walk about the large square bathroom, carrying incense as she went. Lavender, sage, and oakmoss.<br>&nbsp;Her Master could still smell, even if he could not taste, and she made a ritual every evening of peppering his bath with new scents, challenging him to identify them.<br><br>The floor of the room was tiled in peacock marble, and as she paused to lean over the wall of the deep, square tub in its center, she caught her reflection in its shiny surface.<br>&nbsp;His ghoul was a slender woman with dark olive skin and very, very black hair... Within the house of her Master, especially at his arising, she wore no veils, and at the moment only her hips were enclosed in blue and black silks, embroidered at the seams by her own hand in silver and gold. She wore a thin golden chain about her long throat, a heavy golden band, twisted into infinity and embedded with blue opals weighting it at her breastbone.<br>&nbsp;From her nostril and lower lip twinkled gold rings holding opal beads captive, her ears pierced thrice with gold and opal rings in ascending size. <br><br>She had an easy life since coming from the desert. <br>Cleaning her Master's opulent but strangely spartan home took little effort. There was only he, and her to live in it, and much of what she did in the day was remain vigilant as she embroidered, working thread into magic on the hems and sleeves and collars of the clothes she made for herself.<br>&nbsp;She never went out uncovered, face veiled, body concealed in folds of flowing cloth as she walked the streets of the city in her weekly outings for food and other sundries. Thin screens of cloth obscured her identity entirely, so that the people she did her business with did not see one of the things Master treasured most about her.<br>&nbsp;Her eyes were Blue.<br>Too Blue to look at for long. Too Blue to look away from.<br><br>She turned on the water and ran it hot into the deep, large tub, sitting on its marble side as she began pouring scented oils in, turning it the color of milk. Presently she went to the steps of the bath...and sank to the floor before them, bringing her bare belly and breasts to the floor in a bow of supplication. He was coming.<br><br>Let him come.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: What DO you do...in the Bath? (Tulaq and Asad)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asad</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 09:32:25</strong>
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				What did one say to shadows? What could one possibly have to say to enveloping darkness? <br><br>A man with dark skin appeared from the shadow of the doorway. There was an unnatural ease in his transitions from his day-sleep to consciousness. He merely opened his eyes, and he was wide awake. The smells cascading over his senses were a welcome ritual. So much was lost by the dissolution of taste, that one's nose became the center of sensual attention.<br><br>From the foods she prepared for herself, the incense, the oils and perfumes ... It was her duty to please his senses. The steam of the bathwater rose to meet him.<br><br>Chiya's Master was tallish and well proportioned. Long limbs chorded elegantly with functional musculature. The body was not that of a dark skinned man, the features too aquiline, too sharp to be so shaded. But the light had left his skin and his heart long ago, and the man's skin was dark indeed.<br><br>Asad greeted his servant in the usual fashion. He ran his hands through her hair and his hands across her back as she was knelt.&nbsp; <br><br>Cold fingers. Cold lips. Burning eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: What DO you do...in the Bath? (Tulaq and Asad)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiya</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 09:50:41</strong>
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				Her hair was braided up tight in a long, long plait that stretched almost to her knees, the other secret treasure she kept buried under headscarves until times like this. THe thickness of her Master's two clenched fists, it was starry black, catching the candlelight in plays of midnight blue. The last foot of it was braided with sharpened teakwood caltrops, three poisoned points jutting to pierce the hand foolish enough to grab for its leash. <br><br>His servant rolled her muscular back up into his frigid hand and came to kneel up on her knees, ankles crossed under her, skirts pooled about her. <br>"Namastey, Master..." She whispered, and dropped back again to supplicant posture, belly on the floor as she kissed his bare feet lovingly, and then, in a shuffle of silk, moved to the side of the bathtub steps, kneeling there as she looked up at him. <br><br><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: What DO you do...in the Bath? (Tulaq and Asad)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asad</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 03:38:23</strong>
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				Asad stood and undressed himself. The bathwater enticing and welcome. The shine of his darkened skin was as oil in water. <br><br>In a world long passed, in the time of the Crusades, Asad had crafted the functional musculature. <br><br>His accent was of the people of Israel, though not entirely modern. The water parted gently as he slid himself into it. His nude form clearly visible. The words he spoke were of simple appreciation and greeting.<br><br>Eyes, a brilliant shade of Orange faded into an earthen brown. There were no movements of breathing, no necessary shifting of bone and muscle for cramping. Asad awaited his servant, the smells of the oils wafting from the water in waves of steam. "Lavender...Honeysuckle...Orange...Lotus Blossom..." This was what he could smell...although there might have been something new.
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				Title: <strong>Re: What DO you do...in the Bath? (Tulaq and Asad)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiya</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 07:45:04</strong>
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				She rose as he slid into the water, the golden bracelets on her wrists and arms jangling softly as she went straight into the bath, silks soaking as she sank in. <br>&nbsp;"Sage, and oakmoss..." She finished for him as she came to kneel in the deep tub between his knees. She looked up at him, the water now to her throat. The opal twinkled there submerged.<br>&nbsp;She ran her hands up his legs, at the knees, the thighs, smoothing her palms against his skin. <br>Wordlessly she took up the amber scented soap and began to work it into a lather against her fingers.<br>"You seldom miss a scent, Master...something on your mind?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: What DO you do...in the Bath? (Tulaq and Asad)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiya</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 06:59:55</strong>
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				She herself was disturbed.<br>She had taught herself to read english over time, the only language she could read besides Arabic, and as she had been out buying fish and other foodstuffs, silks and a greater store of embroidery floss, she had stopped before a row of televisions, and they showed a concerned looking man reporting from something called the BBC, while a news ticker on another set tuned to another channel announced the arise of a 'deadly strain of influenza' in Europe and the announcement of quarantine areas set up in the country to contain it...<br><br>She began to smooth the soapy lather over his chest and shoulders as she awaited his thoughts...
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				Title: <strong>Re: What DO you do...in the Bath? (Tulaq and Asad)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asad</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 21:46:21</strong>
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				"Have you not smelled the change in the air...the whispers of change have not met your ears? The world is becoming a troubling place." Her hands on his flesh...the strangeness of her anatomy, an alien form waxing homid resting against his own timeless corpse. He had grown accustomed to her ministrations, her explorations. It was soothing in its own way, this ritual of theirs. The mind of the ancient wandered to dark places and yet at the cusp of those thoughts, he could sense her own.<br><br>"I have not had word from the others in some time." The Order of the Jackal answered to only a select few, the inner workings of their clan were structured around the most basest principles of loyalty and piousness. The understanding of one's self the very core belief of the Assamite, acceptance and forgiveness the path many walked. Asad sought neither. Asad merely sought respite. And here in his bath with his servant, there was respite. There was calm.<br><br>The waters shifted as the dark skinned brute moved to embrace her lighty, long cold fingers exploring underneath her silks. "Your thoughts betray you, servant."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: What DO you do...in the Bath? (Tulaq and Asad)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiya</strong> on <strong>15-05-2009, 06:59:43</strong>
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				She parted her thighs as his fingers crept down, and turned to kiss his cold lips, her waxysilk skin beading the water back into the pool, holding its own moisture...<br><br><em>I dream of rain....</em><br><em>I dream of gardens in the desert sands...</em><br><br>She had been eating honey, and as their tongues met, so too did he with now ancient memories, found in libraries whose doors had been thrown open by a single swallow of blood...how long had it been now? Did he know? Did he remember?<br>&nbsp;He'd been here before.<br>&nbsp;Would he be here forever?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Deja vu.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>I wake in pain...<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I dream of love as time runs through my head....</em><br><br>Her mouth made his burn with sensation, the taste of honey mingling with the flesh of her and the tang of gold from her lip ring, and she turned to straddle his waist in the hot pool, eager sex hoping for the guidance of those long, still cold fingers...<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: What DO you do...in the Bath? (Tulaq and Asad)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asad</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 05:37:41</strong>
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				Curved black blades of hair touched the water as his fingers trail. <br><br>How long had it been since he'd abandoned sexual relations...only to find it an ever present part of his consciousness.<br><br><em>I saw a river that broke the land of reality, and carved a path to GOD</em><br><br>He could feel the eagerness of his servant, the head of his prick tracing the smoothness of her vulva. Asaad had no breath to catch, yet he closed his eyes as gravity began to take over. Her sensation had become his sensation.<br><br><br>Asaad would never remember a time when he thirsted for anything but her. In that moment, or in any moment after. There had only been this thirst... this unquenchable thirst that she could sate.
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				Post by: <strong>Asad</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 05:41:14</strong>
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				Orange eyes on fire, Asad let the world slip away.<br><br>It was a betrayal of himself and everything he had ever believed. The sanctity of his station, the authority he commanded had been washed away by the waters of his bath, and their union swept away any remains of Al-Asad Lamjit, leaving only this part of an animal that lusted and clawed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: What DO you do...in the Bath? (Tulaq and Asad)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiya</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 12:23:49</strong>
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				Chiya threw back her head in an O of pleasure as he slipped within her, and clasped his hips with her thighs, rocking her hips as she twined her arms about his shoulders. She kissed him again, dragging it out til she caught his lower lip in her teeth and suckled it a moment. <br>&nbsp;Her eyes, Blue, met his Orange, Passion on the Battlefield and she let go of his lip with a feral smile as she took her ease upon him, head falling back to expose herself. There on her throat the opals twinkled like the unblinking I of GOD, watching their pleasure with an inpenetrable, inescapable gaze. It was all she wore as a collar, the thin golden chain with its golden and gemstone weight, and it offered no interferance with what he would have of that neck.<br>&nbsp;The aromas of the bath mingled with the amber and oranges scent of her skin...
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				Title: <strong>Re: What DO you do...in the Bath? (Tulaq and Asad)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asad</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 01:27:06</strong>
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				The dark skinned man quivered as her hips rocked in unison with his own. Her pleasure spilled over, the viral bond racking his nerves with ecstacy. <br><br>So long ago, in the year 1095 when the first Crusades ravaged the Holy Lands, A young man called David had abandoned his humanity, turned from the Yellow light.<br><br>He had become Orange. Undead. He had entered the Battlefield in Clan Assamite. <br><br>In life Asad had been a killer of men and in unlife his prey had taken on more titanic difficulties. He had once been more fair complected, but age had darkened the aquiline features. The hands that pressed against Chiya's back had wrought much destruction.<br><br>Asad threw her to her back, his fingers pressing lewdly into her ribs, racing the lines of her alien anatomy with peculiar fascination.
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				Title: <strong>Re: What DO you do...in the Bath? (Tulaq and Asad)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiya</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 10:36:45</strong>
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				Tulaq...<br><br>The word conjured many things to him now...<br><em>When is Now? <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;What is Now?</em><br><br><br><em>There is only Now.</em><br><br>...of flying beasts with grasping claws snatching pink, tube shaped flyers from the air in their couched tails, scaling vertical walls scraping mosses and lichen in between mad chases, waiting for the day when, dwelling within the stones they grazed and guarded so diligently, eyeless Masters would call them one by one to die...<br><br>Of eyes too Blue to look at for long...<br>&nbsp;<em>I want you want you to try try to need to know why why?</em><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Too Blue to look away from.<br><br>It meant this body now before him, bucking up into his penetration, limbs wrapped about his hips, head back, was not human. Had never been. She clawed his arms as he traced the nerve clusters along her ribs that in another shape would control the powerful strokes of her wings, the muscles bunched and crossed over her shoulderblades and back irresistable draws to him, and intensely erotic to her.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ~Master<br>The word was drawn from the back of her consciousness, conjured from the growing pleasure of their union... Mount and Rider, Master and servant, Man and Beast...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: What DO you do...in the Bath? (Tulaq and Asad)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asad</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 06:24:39</strong>
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				But then 'human' didn't exactly apply to Asad either. <br><br>His concept of her as a beast, an animal ... all things were animals. She was capable of thought. Words she could speak and use decisively. Her eyes were not blank or predatory and Asad knew the differences were unimportant when one considered the bigger picture.<br><br>The bond let him hear her voice within his mind and she could hear his as well. He knew... Oh how he knew.<br><br>His nerves were on fire. Her every sensation was his to experience, the fire that spread across his body as her hips bucked. His lips planted on the the center of her chest. Long sharp teeth raked their way across her flesh.<br><br>~Chiya.~
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