Burn the Witch (Evelyn Holmes & Barbarian)
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				Title: <strong>Burn the Witch (Evelyn Holmes &amp; Barbarian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 17:40:39</strong>
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				Flames were rising from torches that were carried by the angry crowd. People shouted curses and were pointing a large wooden cross that had been raised on top of a haystack. Men were insulting the one who was tied up, women gave looks full of hatred. The children did not fully understand why such a beatiful girl was accused but they knew there had been terrible things inside the village lately. People had gone missing, mostly adult men of every age. Their corpses were found on dark corners with their genitals cut away and demonic symbols pierced on their skin with blood.<br><br>"What is going on here?" asked Nodas, the young priest was on his horse, large travelling robes covered his light armor and mace, though his large shield was attached to one side of his steed.<br><br>"Witch." an old man said and then spit on the ground. "Now, the girl's 'bout to face 'er doom."<br><br>"Was there a trial?" the warrior priest was now ready to move his steed through the crowd. His hand slipped to his arms.<br><br>"What trial? An accursed witch she is!" was the shouting from a woman nearby.<br><br>That was all that Nodas needed. His horse galloped through the stake, forcing people to run away from it's route. A torch was thrown into the haystack, setting it on fire. Young man jumped down from his horse and took out his dagger, he had to move quick if was the cut the ropes that tied the girl before flames arose. The villagers looked in shock to the sight, a priest saving a possesed girl. That moment of hesitation was all he needed to cut her free and take her away from the flames.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burn the Witch (Evelyn Holmes &amp; Barbarian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Evelyn Holmes</strong> on <strong>21-03-2013, 00:19:52</strong>
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				Anya had been drug by her thin, bony arms to a field just outside of the village. <br>"WITCH! WITCH! WITCH!" They chanted. Everyone's eyes were full of hate; they cursed her, and screamed at her. They tied her to a wooden cross, and began to throw haystacks around her.<br>"You have the wrong girl!" Anya cried, her dark hair whipping around her as she looked back and forth across the crowd for mercy. "It isn't me!" <br>No one looked her in the eye; they'd all been told to avoid her eye contact. One small boy, however, looked straight at her--his large, brown eyes were full of innocence, and she smiled. <br>"Save me, little one." She whispered, but his mother grasped him and turned him away, clutching him tightly against her.<br><br>"You've made a mistake!" Anya screamed as they lit the haystacks. She felt the heat instantly. Her clothes began to catch flame, and her flesh burned--the combination of hair and flesh burning was overwhelming. Suddenly a man appeared and cut the ropes, pulling her from the flames. No one stopped him, and when she could breathe fresh air again, Anya filled her lungs. The few seconds in the smoke was enough to slow her down, if only for a few moments. <br>"You saved me," Her dark eyes flickered towards the man, and she took in his face. "Why?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burn the Witch (Evelyn Holmes &amp; Barbarian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>22-03-2013, 22:30:23</strong>
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				The priest pulled the girl away from the crowd and held his arms around her in case that the villagers wanted any agression towards them.<br><br>"Everyone deserves a proper trial." said Nodas. His eyes could not easily turn away from hers. There was something that made it hard to run his gaze but he had to face the people who began to shout and curse them.<br><br>"What does he think he's doing?" cried a woman, her anger was now slowly taking over her surprise. "The priest saved the witch!" The shoutings began to raise loud as the people started to take steps towards them.<br><br>"She needs to be brought to the monastery." Nodas helped her walk properly and assisted her to his horse. "I shall make sure she gets the proper punishment if she is to be found guilty."<br><br>Villagers did not look satisfied but did not try to stop them. The priest did not know what terrors they encountered. He did not know what he would have to face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burn the Witch (Evelyn Holmes &amp; Barbarian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Evelyn Holmes</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 05:36:13</strong>
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				The man's arms wrapped around her, and Anya felt herself smile. His eyes were locked in hers, and she knew that he had potential. People began to scream and curse her savior, questioning him. His voice was calm as he explained that she needed a fair trial, and that he would make sure everything would be taken care of if she were found guilty...<br><br>Which she wouldn't be. <br><br>Anya could feel in the way he held her that he was a compassionate man. Of course, his actions only moments ago could tell her as much; she leaned into him in the saddle, and felt the horse move swiftly away from the outraged citizens. <br><br>"Do you have a name, mysterious stranger?" Anya allowed her voice to be soft and small... as innocent as possible. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burn the Witch (Evelyn Holmes &amp; Barbarian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>28-03-2013, 17:53:51</strong>
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				Village folk could blame anyone for any crime. They were mostly superstitious and give false reasons to many ill deeds. It was the job of a priest to help them through the light. Witchcraft was something that not everyone could stand up for. It destroyed the soul and opened it to the effects of the demons. There were legends that told of witches and demons who seemed like innocent and beatiful girls, but they were tales of the past and the warrior priest could not watch a girl with a potential false accusement be burnt.<br><br>"I am Nodas, a warrior priest of the monastery." he replies when riding his horse far from the village. The feeling that it gave, the warmth of her body, the grab of her arms was a little bit strange. Nodas knew that had nothing to do with sorcery. She was beatiful and that clearly attracted men of the village. Once they were finished with her, she had to be disposed of.<br><br>"You're luck that I arrived in time. They should have reported to the church before making judgement of their own. What is your name, woman?"<br><br>He made his horse climb up an hill to find shelter for the night. They soon left the road and Nodas started looking for a suitable spot or a small cavern.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burn the Witch (Evelyn Holmes &amp; Barbarian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Evelyn Holmes</strong> on <strong>28-03-2013, 18:07:21</strong>
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				"Thank you for saving me, Nodas." Anya allowed a small smile to cross her face. She felt a breeze push through her dark hair, the ends singed from the heat. The rest of her felt okay, surprisingly enough. <br><br>"They never report to the church. I would not have been the first to be burned without a trial. They're all so afraid," Her voice was sympathetic. "But I didn't deserve that. I'm Anya." She paused, thinking before continuing. "I'm a healer in my village. I had been learning the ways from our old healer, but she recently passed. After she left, there was no one to protect me. First they accused me of killing her, then of killing off various farm animals... you know how it goes. They've done it to many women in our area." She paused again, her voice softer now. "They go after the women who have no one to protect them." <br><br>The sun was lowering in the sky, and Anya wondered where Nodas was taking her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burn the Witch (Evelyn Holmes &amp; Barbarian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>29-03-2013, 20:48:59</strong>
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				As she spoke, the priest felt a desire to crush those who did harm on her. The villagers were cruel without reason, they were slaves of their wild nature. She was right, Nodas could hear the screams of countless innocent girls abused and then, thrown to death by the village folk. A dark sprout has given birth in his mind while his eyes narrowed with such shadowy thoughts.<br><br>Soon, he was able to spot a small cave. He stopped his horse and got himself on the ground before helping the girl descent. When he touched her waist, he felt a strange notion of wellness and something deep inside started to make it's way to the surface. Nodas cleared his thoughts. She could be innocent and villagers were most probably no different than animals but there was real anger in those people's eyes and he had to move with caution. The priest took out some rope from his pack and started to tie the girl's hands.<br><br>"I'm sorry Anya, but you were accused in one way or the other. You are now in my custody. I shall make sure no harm is inflicted on you until we arrive the monastery."<br><br>He found it hard not to look at her eyes. The priest then helped himself take off his travel cloak and the leader armor inside. He prepared his bedroll for the girl and put his cloak on the ground for himself to rest.<br><br>"Take some rest, I will be on watch. We shall be at the monastery in two days." He sat on the cloak and started to take comfort of the soundless night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burn the Witch (Evelyn Holmes &amp; Barbarian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Evelyn Holmes</strong> on <strong>30-03-2013, 05:16:51</strong>
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				Anya softened her body in the priest's hands as he helped her down from the horse. It took no spells to fuel temptation in the man, but she let it simmer. Nodas took her hands and tied them behind her back, explaining why he was doing it. <br><br>"I understand completely." Her voice was soft and delicate in the darkening evening. <br><br>She tried her very hardest not to smile; if she were a witch, it would be simple enough to get out of the ropes. But she wasn't interested in getting out; she was interested in worming her way into Nodas. She watched him prepare their resting area, and lay down with her hands tied behind her back.<br><br><em>Time to turn on the charm.</em> She lay still, and waited a few moments before she rolled over to look at him.<br><br>"Nodas?" Her voice was soft and unsure, inncoent and velvety. "Will you tell me a story? I've had a big day... I just need something to settle my mind." <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burn the Witch (Evelyn Holmes &amp; Barbarian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>31-03-2013, 00:59:06</strong>
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				"I shall tell you the story of Sir Raghart then." replied the priest after a while. He was sitting next to the girl, somehow her presence gave warmth and comfort.<br><br>"He had fought all his life against demons of ancient times, only to find that his wife had become a servant of them. He was not able to recover from the horrible truth, so the demons used his anger and turned him into a deathknight of their own will. But all was not lost, for one day, he understood their trick. His wife had been killed and a deamonette was placed in her body to act against him. Sir Raghart was able to unchain himself from the evil and he soon found the light in his heart. He got himself locked in a tower to pay for his crimes and beg mercy from the gods of light."<br><br>Nodas turned towards the girl with a relieving smile on his face. "We still pray for his soul, and all beings that are mislead by the powers of darkness."<br><br>The warrior priest looked at the eyes of the girl and there, he saw something that drove him towards her. It was wrong, she was to be judged and his duty demanded that he protect her. But the man could not stop himself thinking of taking off her worn out clothes and laying eyes upon the shapely features of the female body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burn the Witch (Evelyn Holmes &amp; Barbarian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Evelyn Holmes</strong> on <strong>31-03-2013, 06:22:29</strong>
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				Anya nodded at the story, giving Nodas a soft smile. She shivered at the end of his story, and curled her legs up toward her. <br><br>"Do you think you could scoot a little closer...?" She let her voice trail softly, filling her voice with sweetness. "It's a little chilly in here." <br><br>Anya had seen the look in his eyes before--he was drawn to her. <em>Perfect.</em> She didn't want to use magic on him just yet; she would let him fall a little further, then slowly let it sink in. Patience was the trick. She moved again, curling her body comfortably on her side, which accentuated the curves of her body. She wanted him to look, and be sucked in. A man burning with desire was a helpless thing, indeed, and that was exactly where she wanted Nodas. <br><br>She let her eyes flutter shut, and stayed awake for a while, listening to the priest. Somewhere amongst her eavesdropping, however, she was lulled to sleep. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burn the Witch (Evelyn Holmes &amp; Barbarian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>31-03-2013, 18:51:31</strong>
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				Were the gods of light giving him a gift? As she came closer, the priest reached out to a blanket form his pack and held it around his shoulders. Then, he let his one arm curve around the shoulders of Anya and made her body get real close. He wrapped his arm and grabbed hers on the other side, caressed it to give warmth to the girl.<br><br>The features of her body began to be caught by his eyes, the shapely legs and apples on her chest were seductive as a fruit from heaven. He tried to regain his pace of duty, it was hard but in the end he made it. He tried to clear his mind, the girl was abused before and the last thing she wanted was the same thing from a man of faith and duty.<br><br>"Did you not have a family Anya? Someone to protect you, a husband maybe?" He needed to talk her out and hear her situation. Maybe she was once married and still moans the loss. He would not make any other move towards her, that was wrong. His will was trying to cling to the notion of duty but it was really hard when her body felt so warm near him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burn the Witch (Evelyn Holmes &amp; Barbarian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Evelyn Holmes</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 03:37:34</strong>
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				When Anya felt Nodas' arm around her, she smiled, knowing her charms were working. There was a delicate line she could cross; she wanted to come off as a sweet, innocent girl, not a temptress. She saw his eyes trace over her shape, and she smiled sweetly. She sighed quietly, her eyes raising to meet Nodas', but only for a moment. She consciously flitted her eyes away, her voice quiet.<br><br>"I did at one point, but I was orphaned after our village was attacked. I was taken in by the last healer, and she raised me, teaching me her ways. I have had a few men offer their hand to me, but my healer told me to wait. She said I was still young, and I needed to learn my trade. So I listened... but when she passed... it was a tally against my name." She sniffled, curling into Nodas sweetly. "Within a few months, everything was a stain on my hands. It unravled quickly, but I had no where else to go... I kept trying to do good, but it was in vain." <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burn the Witch (Evelyn Holmes &amp; Barbarian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 19:32:20</strong>
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				Her body being so close ignited secret flames in the priest's soul. Nodas was hard to keep his inner desires from coming up the surface. Her words were like a sweet melody to the ear. The warrior priest gazed through the night, feeling the comfort of the beautiful thing near him. But, something would break the rest. An idea of sin. Whispers of acts that would please his body.<br><br>The head turned slowly towards the girl. From there, Nodas could feel the warm breath of Anya. His body reacted to the new position, his arm came to a more comfortable position to hold her and he felt her small nipples touch his chest. Something on the downside was alerted and impulses of desire were sent to his body. The priest did not think of anything, his duty was now second in his mind. He lowered his head, their bodies connecting slightly. His lips were now nearly touching hers. Her cheek, her neck, they all sent invititations to the man's eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>Evelyn Holmes</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 21:08:37</strong>
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				Anya felt something break in Nodas. His body softened, and his lips brushed hers. While hands still bound behind her back, she pressed her lips softly into his, feeling his body react to her. She kissed him tenderly, then parted his lips with her tongue, gently massaging the inside of his mouth, her tongue rubbing against his. She pressed her body against his, gently at first, brushing against his sex. <br><br>She broke the touch of their mouths, and kissed his jaw, her lips tracing along his ear, then his neck. She moaned softly, knowing he was putty in her bound hands. Her lips returned to his mouth, a little more aggressive now, wanting. Desire burned in her just as much as it did him; her nipples hardened under her shirt, and her insides tightened, warm and waiting. 
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				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>02-04-2013, 12:41:34</strong>
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				He sent a call and she answered. The priest did not know what to think, he even did not know if he wanted to think about it. The touch of her mouth, the aroma that her lips gave made him forget about his troubles. She was in need of a caring hand and she expressed it openly. He could not help himself but smile briefly when her tongue contacted his ear and neck. The spots were sending waves of desire with delicate touch.<br><br>Nodas now felt again the pressure of her lips upon his, this time, more demanding. He held his hands high and grabbed her head, his strong fingers pushing to her soft skin. Her hair fell around his fingers and through his hand while he pressed himself on her mouth. The lips connected to hers, they partially opened to let the lower one in and swallowed it to extract all the taste they could. Then, he opened his mouth a little more to be able to answer her needs. He took the upper lip this time and placed rough kissed along the spot where her cheek and lips met.<br><br>One of his hands moved down to reach his dagger and while encircling her body, it cut off the bound that tied her hands.
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				Post by: <strong>Evelyn Holmes</strong> on <strong>02-04-2013, 22:29:07</strong>
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				Nodas' hands were on either side of her face, taking her in. She kissed him gently, and moaned when he sucked on her bottom lip. One of his hands stayed in her hair, and the other released her hands. She was patient; she kept them behind her back for a moment, then slid them down his chest slowly. He was a priest, but she knew he had fallen under her spell. Her right hand rested on his chest, and her left explored downward, brushing over his length several times. Her left hand returned to his chest, and she slid both hands around the back of his neck, kissing him softly.<br><br>"I've never done this," she smiled, breaking their lips contact for only a moment. She looked up at him through long lashes, convincing him of her innocence. She leaned forward once more, and kissed his jaw and his neck, her lips moving across his chest. Anya took Nodas' hands in hers, and placed them around her waist. "But I want to..." Her voice trailed, and she kissed him softly on the lips, her tongue tracing the inside of his mouth. He wouldn't deny her--she knew he couldn't. She moved to straddle him, her thin legs on either side of his body, her hips pressed against his, rocking slowly.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burn the Witch (Evelyn Holmes &amp; Barbarian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>03-04-2013, 13:37:55</strong>
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				The touch of her lips were just pure enthusiasm for the priest. Each time the girl kissed his lips, the body was stunned, unable to carry on. After a while, he let go the desires that were slightly making way to the surface.<br><br>"I will make you pleased." Nodas could hardly form the word from the grasp of her kiss. When she sat on him, legs streched to the sides, he also moved a little forward to make her more comfortable. His belly was now in touch with her delicate area that her legs met. He wrapped his arms around the girl and returned the kiss, this time a little wilder than before. His mouth worked fast while it reached the neck and have it swallowed properly.<br><br>Her nipples were in contacting the chest of Nodas, he could feel the tension rise behind the lovely apples that were largely visible from her dress. "Let me taste them." he said while one hand moved to remove the smooth cloth that covered the breast of Anya. Arms now turned down and held her a little high, hand placing upon the shapely butt. The tongue started to travel upon the boobs. Lips placed small kisses along them as the mouth took the pink nipples inside, just to extract their lovely taste. The head of the priest was now like a child lost himself in a garden of toys, not knowing where to attack inside the breast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burn the Witch (Evelyn Holmes &amp; Barbarian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Evelyn Holmes</strong> on <strong>03-04-2013, 22:14:31</strong>
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				Anya chuckled darkly as the priest took her in, his hands wandering, unable to touch her enough. Oh, yes, he was ensnared with ease. He worked with ease, as if he had been with a woman before, but being a priest, it wasn't likely that he had. She let him smother her chest, and then she ran her hands gently around the back of his head.<br><br>"Sweet Nodas... It's my job to please you." Her voice was smooth and velvety, and she slid back, pulling his clothes to the side, exposing his manhood. She smiled, and while looking into his eyes, kissed his lips gently as her small hands began to stroke him. She would make him her slave, and he would keep her safe. She wasn't going to be burned, or hanged, or tortured; Nodas would see to that. As he quivered, her hands focused on the head of his length, and she leaned down, her tongue brushing the end gently. She looked into his eyes for a reaction as she took him in her mouth, gently at first, then applying more suction. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burn the Witch (Evelyn Holmes &amp; Barbarian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>04-04-2013, 20:30:22</strong>
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				Her words entered the ear, decapacitated the will of his mind, conquered his soul. Each word she pronounced was like a thunder making his soul tremble in the night. The warrior priest was about to get himself lost on the world of desires. He let her head take control as he removed the cloth that covered his waist completely.<br><br>"Ah yes, Anya, do it..." he grunted as her tongue touched his organ. It had started to grow since he felt her touch and now it was nearly fully ready for what would come next. The wet contact sent impulses of joy to the male genitals and his balls also shook with the happy news. The cock replied to her mouth, her sweet lips that descended on it. Nodas put his head backwards and made himself comfortable, his hand moved towards the girl's hair and fingers traveled between them. Occasionally they would grab the hair and make the head move deeper and faster. His instincts demanded that she continue the job, give her mouth a good taste of maleness. The head of organ brushed deep her mouth and tried to make it's way slowly to her throat. The priest felt the delicate fingers close around it's edge and with each swallow, he made his cock travel fully between the lips.
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