The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)
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				Title: <strong>The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 07:18:35</strong>
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				Ezer Saintsinger, youngest of a large family of accomplished politicians and warriors, passed through the halls of the Elkosian Manner, its pillared arches ascending thirty feet in to the air. He wore common-man’s armour, patched together plates stitched to heavy fur-leggings, a leather harness wrapping over his right shoulder, crossed his chest, and ended in a jewelled scabbard, a silver-handled blade slapping against his thigh as he paced through the hall.<br><br>Nodding to those few he met in the halls, mostly initiates or retainers, the fact he walked with such purpose kept most from stopping him for idle chat. Of course, there was the customary masters he greeted with ceremonious rigidity, but they, too, let him go after the briefest of words.<br><br>He was to liaison with a new Sigilbearer, by the name of Anara. She had just entered the Dreaming three weeks ago, and had spent the last week in intensive Sigil-training. She showed incredible aptitude, he was told, for the subtleties of Sigilcraft.&nbsp; <br><br>Pausing by a large window, which nearly went to the ceiling, Ezer marvelled at the site. Elkosian Manner was built from the very cliff-face of the Ekosian Mountain range. Ancient Sigilbearers, the first, most powerful, drawing their power from the Elderchild himself, crafted it through nothing but sheer will. It was an immense, sprawling acropolis of spires, archways, and caverns that one could easily get lost in.<br><br>It had been Ezer’s home for the better part of a year now. He had passed his Sigiltraining, and had been inducted in to the proper ranks of the Sigilbearers, much to his mother’s chagrin. Even after passing this window almost every day, it still struck him.<br><br>Shaking from his reverence, he started back down the hall, ending in a simple wooden door with cast-iron fixtures. <br><br>Knocking three times, in quick succession, with the gauntlet on his right hand, he opened the door. A trainee had to be quick to action, in all times. As he opened the door, a deceptively large and well furnished room met him, clear markings of a woman scattered about the place.<br><br>“Anara, front and center,” he bellowed, his voice not quite baritone, but with the unmistakable inflection of a Nobleman confident in his own person. <br><br>He linked his hands behind his back, adopting a waiting posture, which inadvertently caused the muscles of his torso tighten against his bronzed skin. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 07:47:47</strong>
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				'It's like I've been here forever, but I know nothing of it.'<br><br>Anara has had those words make trails through her mind the entire time she has been 'aware' of herself in the Dreaming. Is that what this place was? Should it really seem so foreign to her? It shouldn't, but for some reason there are still pieces to the puzzle that she has to put into place. Problem is, how did all the other pieces connect together already?<br><br>For the most part, the young woman didn't have much trouble. Upon having light shine into her eyes, Anara was essentially whisked away to this place. To become a Sigilbearer, she was told. The symbol that now rests on her right wrist is a tribute to that purpose. In words she knows what she is to do; to uphold the ideals of those who place that mark on her person, but how she is going to do so, she hadn't a clue.<br><br>Life here in the Dreaming has been pleasant enough, but there is always this question as to what she was doing prior to all of this. The only remnant of what could have been her life on 'Earth' was the clothes that she found herself in. A black cotton leggings and a low cut top that may have seen better days. She took her eyes off of the ceiling to look at the articles of clothing folded over neatly on the window sill. To come into this world, one had to perish in the other. What could she have possibly been doing? Does it really matter?<br><br>No.<br><br>Anara stood up from the bed in the only home she has known since arriving in the Dreaming. The only light in her room in the Elkosian Manor was from the slightly open window. Though the room hardly needed it, the newest of the Sigilbearers pointed at the lantern on a wooden fixture, watching the wick inside burst into a small flame. "I'm getting the hang of this," she said to herself, her lips curling into a sly grin before her attention was turned to her wrist. There was no seeing it now, but the reason she can do such a thing rested on that silly symbol. A strange concept.<br><br>Just as she was about to leave her room in search for her superior, he did one better and waltzed in himself. Ezer Saintsinger. What he would have seen was a fairly fit woman, clad in thigh-highs, an armoured skirt that matched the piece covering her chest, as well as gauntlets that came up just beyond her elbows and matched her boots. It was likely that he knew it was her invention and she could only hope he would appreciate.<br><br>"I see you're doing well, Sir," Anara started, standing at attention where she was in the room. Her arms were by her side, with her left hand resting on the hilt of her sword. In a sense, she really hoped he would figure out that she was referring to his bare chest, but had a feeling that Ezer was far more concerned about his duties than her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 08:14:20</strong>
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				“Thank you, Anara,” Ezer said simply, nodding his head slightly. “I see you are already equipped, good. Today we head down to Ekos, a city administered by Sigilbearer retainers. I am to coach you in behaviour and life in the Dreaming as you get used to it here.”<br><br>His eyes flitted over her body as he studied her outfit. A scandalously short skirt which, really, was nothing more than two bands of cloth clinging to her hips by a string caught his stare first, before it drew over her trim stomach, up to her chest, the top seemingly designed to give the illusion of endless cleavage. Even so, his eyes moved so quick one couldn’t be sure if he liked what he saw or not.<br><br>“We’ll be heading down on a Walker, which you will be powering. I’ve been told you have an aptitude for quick bursts of magic, but you have not been tested in extended use,” he explained in that same commanding, confident boom. <br><br>Standing to the side, he motioned to the open door, ushering Anara out the door, falling in to line behind her. It was probably rather clear he opted for her to take the lead so as to give him time to stare at her ass cheeks -clinging to the slip of cloth she called a skirt- and the sway of her hips. <br><br>With his fondness for battle only matched by his fondness for women, it was very clear he appreciated all the wonders Anara had at her disposal. <br><br>Upon reaching the walker, stabled stone corral, an odd looking contraption, vaguely resembling a coach, but with an extended, tapered body and two powerful reptilian-like legs that looked to be made of onyx, with silver veins tracing along the musculature. <br><br>As the pair approached it, the contraption sank to the ground, looking to be laying on its stomach, if it were alive, as they entered the spacious cabin. Ezer opted to take a seat against the left wall on one of two chairs in the cabin. The other one had a curious glove that extended in to the floor of the cabin. <br><br>“Put your Sigilbearing hand in that glove, and let loose a slow, steady stream of energy. This is the crucial step, too much energy, and it’ll flounder, too little, and it won’t be able to start. Tell it to go to Ekos, then relax, and enjoy the ride.” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 16:20:18</strong>
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				Anara stood completely still while Ezer spoke of both of their responsibilities, for today and otherwise. He spoke with purpose and a certain suave that one could only attribute to some sort of ladies' man. She had the notion that anywhere else this would be strange, but a man carrying around a sword, who was essentially half-naked, and spoke in such a way that would make any budding female melt was perfectly acceptable in the Dreaming. It was probably fairly common too, as his eyes never left hers. As far as the young Sigilbearer cold tell, anyway.<br><br>When Ezer stepped to the side to allow her leave, Anara wasted no time in doing so. Passing by him, she made a note of his scent. There was nothing musky about it; it was actually fairly pleasant. Something that was unanticipated in a man who slew whatever got in his way. She could get used to that. Hopefully he wanted her to. <br><br>As she walked down the hallway with Ezer in tow, Anara thought about why she was thinking so deeply about making a connection with this man. She only just met him, but a voice in the back of her mind was imploring her to keep him close, far more close than something of a apprentice - master relationship. Thankfully, the young woman didn't have to think too long about all of this, as the two were quickly met with the sight of their walker.<br><br>Now following his lead, Anara stepped into the cabin and looked about it. It was far from lush, though, it did have a certain... feelgood charm about it. Functional, to say the least. Now following Ezer's words, the woman placed her right hand into the glove in front of her. It felt cold, but in the sense that it was a vacuum of energy. Listening further to Ezer explained everything. <br><br>"Okay... Let's see, yeah?" Anara said, closing her eyes as she did so. Trying to focus was easier said than done, as she really didn't know what to focus on. Should she try to think about the walker making its way to Ekos? Should she simply focus on the sigil on her wrist? In her mixed thought, the beast-like machine stood straight up, but failed to walk in a similar manner. It thrashed this way and that, startling Anara, which consequently halted the Walker. <br><br>She looked at Ezer with a look that begged for assistance. From what the those of higher rank told her, it wasn't his job to do everything for her; it was his job to make sure that she learns how. Sighing softly, Anara placed her hand in the glove again and focused. A single thought crossed her mind as she gently squeezed her as if to guide energy into it. The walker reacted, being far more docile than the first attempt. "Ekos."<br><br>With pace that she wouldn't attribute to such a large machine, the walker made its way out of the Manor's stable and onto the road. Relieved, thinking that her first real test was over, Anara sat back in her seat, tilting her head to the left to once again appreciate Ezer's figure. "Just... how far is Ekos?"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 16:42:42</strong>
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				“About two hours by road. Luckily, Walkers don’t need roads,” Ezer answered from his seat, relaxing in to the absurdly comfortable chair as the Walker abruptly jumped off the road and began running down the sheer cliff, down imperceptible trails, its feet gripping the jagged cliff face as it kept the cabin perfectly balanced. <br><br>“But with a Walker it takes about twenty minutes,” he explained, getting out of his seat, his body slightly crouched in the too low ceiling of the cabin, as he stood behind and to the left of Anara’s seat, his one hand placed on the back of her seat for stability.<br><br>Looking out the viewing window, he had to grin at Sigilbearering ingenuity as the Walker leapt from crag to crag as it wound down the cliff. <br><br>“The only way to get down quicker is by airship, but they’re reserved for longer-distance travel,” he explained as he took the opportunity to steal a look at another view.<br><br>Anara was staring out the window, engrossed with the heaving site of the cliff coming up to meet them without the jarring shake of impact. From where he stood, he could look down the valley of her cleavage, and the swell of her chest as she breathed. He most definitely appreciated her sense of fashion.<br><br>When the city of Ekos and its towered splendour came in to view, he reluctantly tore himself away from her fleshy goodies to point out the city. “That, my dear, is Ekos.”<br><br>The city sprawled out from an enclosed valley created by the mountains, stretching out far-beyond the edge of the mountains, so if you were to look at the city from the air it looked like a muffin in shape as the city spilled out of the valley to move out in all directions. Across the cityscape were tall towers that Ekos was known for, and from their vantage point, half way down the cliff, airfreighters and personal ships could be seen docking in the sky-port, the tallest tower in the city, and on the continent.<br><br>The rest of the short trip was spent with Ezer idly looking over Anara’s body from behind, eyeing the slope of her asscheeks peeking out below the backrest of the seat, her long legs encased in those enticing thigh-highs, and, of course, her awesome cleavage. When the Walker parked itself in the coral, he was almost sad the trip was over. <br><br>“Come on,” he stated, simply as he crouch-walked out of the cabin, doing exaggerated stretches to work the kinks out of his knotted back muscles. All around the coral, various living and artificial forms of transportation went about their business, and as many manner of Dreamkin tended to their rides. <br><br>“We’re going to be heading to the market, but first, are you hungry? We can get something to eat before we head out,” he asked, turning back to look at her. “Good job with the Walker, by the way. Not a lot of people get the basics of it so quickly.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 17:02:23</strong>
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				"What do you mean Walkers don't me--" Anara was cut off by the hulking machine leaping from the road and down the cliff that the Manor sat on. It had perfect timing, as it would seem. She had a hard time listening to Ezer as the crunching sound of the Walker's feet meeting the rocky surface coupled with the stunning view of the surroundings kept her distracted.<br><br>"This is really amazing..." Anara blurted out, still entranced by the going-ons around her. There was not one single thing that could keep her attention for too long; her eyes wanted to catch as much of the imagery as they could. With her one leg crossed over the other and both of her hands on the one knee, the young Sigilbearer had unconsciously provided her superior with a near perfect sight of her absolutely perfect cleavage. The Dreaming had done well to provide her body with the perfect accents.<br><br>Spying the city made Anara wonder just what the citizens of Ekos would be looking at right now if they were at attention. A fairly large machine leaping from one large formation of rock to another, undoubtedly leaving a trail of gravel and dust behind it. If she knew she was capable, she probably would try and launch something at the Walker thinking it was some sort of threat. Thinking about it further, it was probably a common sight, letting Anara relax again and supply Ezer with his daily dose of 'people watching'.<br><br>When the Walker stopped in the coral, the woman had a much easier time leaving the cabin than her counterpart. He was far from towering, and she was far from petitte, but it was as if the cabin was made for her. Anara couldn't help but watch Ezer stretch out the kinks with back stretches and warm up his joints with a few rotations. His body was clearly defined in muscles. Again, something she could get used to.<br><br>"Uh... I can do with something in me," Anara started, completely unaware of how her words could be misconstrued. "I haven't been to Ekos before so I think you have to lead the way." She smiled and rubbed the back of her neck nervously with her right hand. The simple act of Ezer complimenting her nearly made her blush. Thank goodness she had the sense not to lead him on. "Thank you..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 17:15:38</strong>
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				Ezer let his mouth crook in a small smirk at Anara’s stammering blush. “Alright then, let’s get some food,” Ezer stated, offering his arm to Anara in a dramatic display of chivalry, a mock look of nobility on his face. When she took his offered arm, if a little shyly, he turned to head toward the market and various taverns, market stalls, and the like. <br><br>As they walked, he pointed out various aspects of the Dreaming; various ‘races’ of Dreamkin, how mundane tasks were often automated using small crystals embedded in to a simple machine, and other things notable of Ekos and the Dreaming. <br><br>His behaviour, away from the Manor, was much more relaxed than one would expect. Really, he was not much senior than Anara was, but he did hold command well. It came naturally to him. <br><br>As they found a small cafe with a collection of tables scattered about a small patio, he motioned toward an empty one. Pulling out a chair for her, he allowed himself to sneak another glance at her killer body as she sat herself down, moving to take his own seat.<br><br>When a tall, lanky looking Dreamkin, pointed ears and sharp canines, came to take their order, Ezer dictated for the both of them. He didn’t want Anara stumbling in to some unpleasant Dreamkin food.<br><br>“So, questions? I’m a veritable fount of information, you know,” he said with exaggerated exuberance and ego.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 07:06:49</strong>
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				Anara couldn't get over just how... comfortable Ezer was with everything in the Dreaming. Granted, he had spent a considerable amount of time as a Sigilbearer and on top of that his life in general in this place. Perhaps over time she too would come to understand this place more of a home than thinking that she has stepped into something incredibly surreal. Or did she fall?<br><br>Following Ezer's every step, Anara managed to sneak glances down every alley and building. Ekos was bustling, to say the least. The variety of shapes and faces also made thinks quite more interesting than simple gazing. She made notes, defining each and every physical attribute to a sort of race. They started out with pet names like 'Long Ears' and 'Stout Scruffy Bastards', but was sure that Ezer would set her straight when the time came.<br><br>Before the young Sigilbearer even knew it, the two had found a quaint little table in front of a cafe. Anara smiled at Ezer as he did to her, though his was laced with far more... intent. Maybe he did find something in her. No point in reading too far into it, however, as that could only lead to trouble. <br><br>The young woman listened intently to Ezer as he ordered for the two of them. She didn't mind in the slightest as she really didn't know what to expect from a place like this. That's not to say that a menu was out of order, but what could save her from ordering slop aside from a mind that is well versed in these things. That mind was Ezer's. <br><br>"I hope you're not trying to get me to eat anything you wouldn't, Ezer. I'm not a fan of these sort of... initiations." Anara's voice was stern, though her smile and body language said otherwise. Completely unconscious of it once again, the woman had her legs crossed, showing the slightest bit of her wonderful bottom and her chest as poised just over the table, framed in her crossed arms that tucked neatly underneath her generous orbs. <br><br>"Questions? Not anything that I cannot learn on the fly, I don't think." Anara replied, her head tilted to one side as she tried to think of something more substantial. "I can only really ask how you intend on coaching me in harnessing... Escape, was it?"
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 07:41:38</strong>
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				Ezer simply shook his head. “No, bracker steak is very good, especially for Sigilbearers. We tend to use more energy than most. We need a lot of protein in our diet.” In a moment of lapse guard, he let his eyes rest comfortably in the slope of Anara’s bosom, idly hoping atop their smooth expanse. <br><br>Luckily, their waiter had returned with drinks for the two of them, and it shook him out of his lusty revelry, at least for a moment.<br><br>“That’s an Ekos Kicker, a kind of energy-boosting drink. It tastes different for each person, I’m told,” Ezer stated, motioning to the tall glass of amber-coloured liquid in front of her. <br><br>“Me, I take a strong whiskey with my steak, but a first time pilot on a Walker can be very consuming.”<br><br>Taking a long moment to enjoy his drink, he sighed, placing the glass on the table. “Yes, Escape. Most call it magic, but Escape is its academic name.<br><br>“We use it for everything, pretty much. It’s what powers the airships, the street dusters, the streetlamps, pretty much everything. Sigilbearers, though, we can manipulate on a grand scale most magi can’t even fathom,” he said, grinning as he leaned back in his chair, his arms held behind his head. <br><br>“For example...” he said, trailing off, looking around. “Ah, there we go. You see that shrub over there?”<br><br>As Anara turned to look at the shrub, which was to her left, he smiled to himself, as her movement made her womanly bits quite enticing. <br><br>Snapping his fingers, the shrub began to twist, its branches thickening and shooting in to the sky, coiling in to a thick trunk before branches shot out to form a thick canopy two hundred feet in the air. In an instant, Ezer had created a beautiful, flowering tree where once there was but a dying bush.<br><br>And in as quick a time, it was gone, shrinking and creaking as it shrunk back in to a bush. “That took a lot of energy, but the actual mechanics of it are simple. A bush and a tree are virtually identical, after all. My father, he could craft entire cities from nothing but a glade of evergreens. In fact, he did... my family’s fief is centered around it...”<br><br>As Anara turned back to regard him, he quickly snatched up her drink, taking a long drag of it before putting it back down in front of her, grinning like a wolf. “Like I said, magic takes a lot of energy.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 00:48:01</strong>
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				Listening to Ezer talk about magic and its exhausting nature when used, Anara took it all in attentively. She was unaware of the way that it can wear on someone heavily if used in a similar fashion. Granted, she lit a candle today as well as brought a Walker to life. Nothing as strenuous as--<br><br>Just when the thought of what she had done this morning crossed her mind, Ezer made a shrub turn into a vibrant, large tree in a matter of seconds. Just when she was about to say how amazing that feat was, the tree reverted back to its original shrubbery existence. <br><br>"When you use... magic, how do you know just how much energy it takes? Does it take it from you or is it just all around us? Well I get tired if I use too much, too soon?" Anara was throwing questions at Ezer, half on purpose, the other out of pure curiosity. She found it fun to make him have to think about these things even though it was genuinely interesting. She asked all of these questions while still looking at that bush, turning around just in time to see him set down her glass.<br><br>"I hope that you're paying for lunch because there's no way I'm going to bother with one-third of a drink." Not entirely amused, but it wasn't as though she was going to slap him across the face for it, Anara lifted her glass in her right hand, her fingers well aware of the coolness of it through the fingerless gloves. 
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 01:27:06</strong>
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				“It depends on the complexity of the task. Changing a bush in to a tree doesn’t change its most basic properties, so it can be achieved without much focus. Changing a dog in to a tree would be very taxing, though. The bigger the effect, or the more powerful the effect you want to achieve, the more you’ll be exhausted,” Ezer explained, taking another drag from his whiskey. <br><br>“We don’t produce the magic. Anyone who can harness escape is simply opening themselves up like a conduit, and as the magic flows through them, they use their own energy and will to dictate the effects of the magic. Of course, letting too much magic in to you and you can seriously harm yourself.”<br><br>As he was finishing his sentence, their waiter came back with their food. Placing the bracker steak in front of Anara, and what looked like a haunch of deer in front of Ezer, he asked if he could get them anything else.<br><br>“Hmm, yes, actually, I believe my friend here would like another Kicker,” Ezer informed the young Dreamkin, who nodded and hurried off to get Anara another glass of the amber liquid. <br><br>“Hmm, in Ekos, Sigilbearers don’t pay for anything. It all goes back to the Manor, where the retainers sort the expenses,” Ezer said quickly, seeing the perturbed expression on Anara’s otherwise perfectly crafted face.<br><br>“But eat up quickly, as we’re heading to meet with the Ekos Sigilchief after our meal. He’s requested he meet with the newest recruit, and seemed quite interested in you.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 05:10:10</strong>
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				"Well, that's handy..." Anara replied, not sure if she was referring to the essentially free meal or the harnessing of escape and molding to her will. At this point, as the Dreamkin dropped off her second drink, they both seemed fairly close in terms of their usefulness. <br><br>"Thank you so much!" was the last thing the woman managed to say before the Dreamkin made his way back into the building. She didn't want to assume that he did so because he was simply wary of the two Sigilbearers. She was told that there are some levels of animosity, but those reckless enough to act upon it wouldn't dare be in the city. Right?<br><br>Shrugging, trying not to think of that and focus more on devouring the meal in front of her, Anara took her utensils in either hand and started to cut into it. This was one of the first few times she has gone and indulged herself in eating meat since she's gotten here. In the back of her mind there was some sort of complex that told her she should avoid it if she can and for the most part has held up to that. The alternative is far more frightening than potentially packing on a few pounds. Who knows what the Dreamkin enjoy eating.<br><br>Slipping the first bite between her lips, Anara eyed Ezer and his meal curiously. It looked rather primitive. Would he bother trying to be coy and delicate with it or simply grab the thing like as if it were a weapon and then take a huge chunk of it between his teeth.
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 05:46:54</strong>
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				Smiling to himself as Anara almost tentatively picked at her steak with her fork and knife. “Yes, it is handy.”<br><br>Looking at the haunch of deer, Ezer lifted his left hand over it, fingers splayed out, as the haunch began to levitate. And then, with frightening speed, it split in too many bite sized pieces at the behest of a gust of air. As the bone set itself down on the table, the pieces of meat, too, set back down on his plate, accompanied by the garnish of vegetables. <br><br>“The Sigilbearers don’t mind you using magic for personal use, we aren’t some up-tight monastic order,” he explained, not really hiding his blatant attempts to impress the woman across from him. <br><br>Leaning in, then, having just pierced a piece of deer with a fork, he whispered to her, “but there are going to be those who want to persuade you to a certain following of magic. Ignore them, and choose your own way.<br><br>“But quickly now, we’ll be late for our meeting with the Baron,” he urged, fully showing a Sigilbearer’s true affinity for food as he consumed his meal. He did, however, wait for Anara to finish before tipping the waiter and leading Anara back in to the crowded market-streets, this time his hand resting on her slim shoulders.<br><br>Again taking up the role of tour-guide, he indulged Anara in her various questions, and pointed out anything of note to her, but eventually the throng of people dwindled out, and they were down a deserted dirt back-road. Where the grandeur of the main streets was apparent, these back alley streets looked much more rundown. <br><br>And just as quickly as the Dreamkin seemed to disappear, so too did Ezer’s friendly demeanour. “Now listen to me. This is very important. We’re meeting with the Baron because he cannot trust any of the more experienced Sigilbearers. All will become clear in time, but answer his questions truthfully, and you will be fine.”<br><br>“I hope you’re not giving her a pre-test prep, Ezer,” came an alto voice from a shadow, which materialized in to an extraordinarily tall man of aging years. He wore brilliant purple robes, lined with gold trim and studded with jewels. Around his head was a thin crown of weaved platinum.<br><br>“No, Baron Ekos,” Ezer said, snapping to attention, saluting sharply before adopting a ready stance, his arms held behind his back.<br><br>The Baron simply smiled. “Quite right, my boy.” Turning to Anara, the Baron gave her an incredibly scrutinising look. “And this is the newest recruit that has caught the eye of the Arthurs?” <br><br>Ezer simply nodded. “Yes, sir, this is Anara.”<br><br>“So, tell me girl, can you be trusted? Are your intentions as a Sigilbearer pure?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 06:02:26</strong>
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				Anara's gaze of curiousity melted, giving way to a slightly gaping mouth and a quirked brow. "Show-off," she said blatantly, looking down at her plate. She was capable of using these powers, but it was far from first nature to her. It felt unnatural to do what Ezer did with his leg of meat. That didn't stop her from trying to cut out little pieces of meat with magic as she did so with her 'archaic' fork and knife. Though the woman was trying to be discreet, there was no doubt that the man across from her could tell that the occasional gusts of wind were not nature's doing.<br><br>Finishing up, she let Ezer guide her through the city streets of Ekos. His hand stretched across her back to rest on her ar shoulder as they weaved their path between the crowds. This level of closeness was appreciated, absolutely, but it made Anara wonder if he was doing this to be genuinely kind, because he liked her on a far deeper level, or if he was waiting for the opportunity to have his hand slip. Something deep in the back of her mind wished for the latter.<br><br>With the bustling streets turning into desolate ones, Anara felt tense. Her shoulders were tight, and her left hand never left the hilt of her sword. Ezer wasn't making the situation any better with his stern voice. He almost seemed to be on a much higher level of alertness than she. Not a very good sign of things to come.<br><br>A strange voice crossed into her path from the shadows, causing Anara to draw her blade about an inch or so. The woman would have swung, if not for the gentle but firm grip of Ezer's hand on her shoulder. As he and the alleged Baron spoke, the young woman let her weapon slide back into its recesses and she stood at attention, much like her 'coach'. <br><br>"I can do nothing more than wish for peace and quiet. If I can do that as a Sigilbearer, then I may as well hold myself to that." Anara smiled at the Baron, who was doing so despite his rather demanding question. "As long as what you ask of me is within reason, I can be trusted to do it. Or at least try to." The newest Sigilbearer's smile grew a little bigger, her chest rising and falling at a heightened pace as she tried to settle her mind and body to this surprise encounter with the man of the hour.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 06:29:08</strong>
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				The Baron simply smiled, the lines of age creasing as he did so. “That is a good answer, my dear. One a true Sigilbearer would say.<br><br>“Sadly, the Ekos Protectorate is rife with corruption of the worst kind. I’m finding more and more of my former friends and patriots are being seduced to greed and power, and I’m afraid the Manor itself, a center of teaching, has fallen to this evil.” The way the Baron slouched, his shoulders sagging with the weight of ages, it was clear he was nearing his end.<br><br>“My family has long been a staunch ally to Ekos. I was the first to be brought in to the Baron’s inner circle, long before I began my training as a Bearer,” Ezer explained, placing a steadying arm around Anara’s shoulder. “Settle down, Anara. There isn’t a man in this city I trust more than the Baron.”<br><br>That made the Baron smile, once again. “Thank you, Ezer, but you mustn’t be too trusting. I don’t know how this... evil manages to seduce so many Sigilbearers, but I am not above its influence. I trust you, and by extension Anara, and no one else. <br><br>“That is why you two must flee the city at once. You must head to Uthurgart, on the Southern coast, and book passage to the Crystal City. Tell no one of your leave. There is an airship waiting back at the North coral that will take you away from Ekos! Now go! Find a man named Dierdric once you’ve reached Uthurgart!” And with that, the Baron of Ekos fled down a small drainage ditch, mudding his beautiful robes.<br><br>Ezer was struck dumb by the sudden and urgent tone in his voice. Turning to Anara, he managed a grin. “Relax, stick with me and you’ll be fine, alright? Now let’s get going!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 06:40:17</strong>
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				Anara relaxed at the behest of Ezer, her firm grip softening as if it were to be his voice of reason for the day. Listening intently to the Baron as she had done earlier to the man beside her, the young Sigilbear was put aback by the dire situation that was put in front of her. Not only is the only form of 'family' crumbling around her, but she was told that there is an evil that can pit those she has come to know over the last week that could come for her life. This is far from the easy day of training she was anticipating.<br><br>Without even being able to put a word in, the Baron left herself in Ezer to stand there in the streets. With his hand on her shoulder like it was, anyone watching would have automatically assumed that they were together, that there is more of a history between the two than simply a matter of hours. Not wanting that for herself or him, Anara stepped away from Ezer, looking into his eyes as if to say sorry, even though she didn't really know what for. <br><br>"Okay, I guess we have no choice!" Anara blurted out, running down the pathway to this alleged coral in the north of Ekos. As she was running behind Ezer, the dominate thought at the forefront of her mind was that she too really didn't have much of a choice. They ran with amazing speed. If it was magic that was helping them, Anara hadn't the slightest of clue about it. Was there a gust of wind?<br><br>Reaching the coral in nearly no time at all, the only noise that the young Sigilbearer could make out was the low hum of an airship's engines. This was the first that she has ever seen and she was sure that she would have the time to appreciate the piece of machinery later, but for now, Anara bolted passed Ezer to get to the ramp that would take them to the ship's deck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 06:58:09</strong>
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				It was too quiet. Still the middle of the day, there should have been various knots of men and women going about their business. No, there was definitely something wrong. And then, in her haste, Anara bolted past him, heading right in to the thick of the ambush. <br><br>“Anara, wait!” he yelled, throwing up his hand a curving column of stone heaving from the ground in front of her, blocking her access to the ship and the hidden ambushers. With a movement that belied Ezer’s bulk, he was beside Anara, his hand wrapping around her waist as he leaped to the right, flying through the air a good thirty feet, landing heavy on the ground, but away from the group of patch-work mercenaries that were ululating with brandished weapons, charging toward them.<br><br>“Stay beside me. Take the ones to the left, I take the ones to the right!” he barked, drawing the short, fat blade strapped to his hip, his gauntleted right hand crackling with energy.<br><br>As the first wave crashed in to them, he let loose with a torrent of energy, whirling on a pointy-eared, snarling Elf, his gauntlet crushing his chest cavity as it sent a rippling shockwave out, knocking the attackers on their backs. <br><br>Arcing his blade, which he held in a reverse grip, it tore apart the armour of another knot of mercs, before he retreated to Anara’s side. “Fight to the ship! It’ll recognize you as a Sigilbearer and open for you. If we can get inside, we’ll be clear!”<br><br>And so, he began to wade through the ill-equiped and trained men, crushing skulls with his right fist, while his left wielded his sword in swooping arcs with a grace that beguiled the power behind it.<br><br>But they still had a ways to the ship, a small, two, maybe three man craft of worn green and gold colour, boxy in disposition and generally something you’d see two travellers flying. It was perfect.<br><br>“Come on, Anara! Fight! Let loose, surrender yourself to the feeling!” he bellowed, hurling his right fist in to the ground, bolts of lightning piercing the Mercs in between them and their ship, he growled as an arrow dug itself in to his left forceps. <br><br>But they were almost there, and as they neared the ship, its defences came to life, and streaks of viscous energy was spat out by two nozzle-like appendages on the ventral hull, the small hatch door sliding open just in time for the two of them to barrel in.<br><br>Dashing to the pilot chair, Ezer skipped the start-up sequence and simply fed energy in to the machine, practically hurling it in to the air as it streaked across the sky and away from the chaos of the North coral. <br><br>Sweat gleaming across his heaving chest, Ezer tore off his gauntlet, hissing as his slightly charred hand sizzled.<br><br>Turning to Anara in the cramped cabin, he had a slightly distraught look on his face. “Are you alright?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 17:05:14</strong>
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				"Wait!?" Anara shouted back, moments before a ston column fell in front of her. Jeers and shouts filled the coral. That wouldn't be too concerning if it weren't for the clanging of metal upon metal joining the fray of noise. As she fumbled with the blade at her side, Ezer provided her with the time she needed to poise herself by launching the both of them several feet away from the oncoming attackers. A tingle crept its way up both of the woman's legs as they landed hard, but she had a feeling there wouldn't be any time to whine about it as seconds would mean that these armed men would be upon them.<br><br>Though he spoke, Anara couldn't understand a thing Ezer was saying. His voice wouldn't register in her head. Instinct seemed to dictate what she wanted to know and that was simply to survive this encounter through any means necessary. Drawing her blade, one of a much lengthier make than Ezer's, though thinner, Anara rushed at those that her compatriot did not. <br><br>Not sure where she had learned to do so, Anara's movement made her seem like she was a veteran. There was no hesitancy to her steps and each and every swing had the intent to dispatch these mercenaries without question. Perhaps it was the sigil on her right wrist that had something to do with how her sword sang as it ripped through the air and bone alike. Her first kill in the Dreaming was one she did not relish in - she did not want to see the face of the man who had become a victim who had just been run through. Only the sounds of his suffering marked the instance of death in her mind. Would it come to haunt her for the rest of her life? Probably not.<br><br>The numbers between herself and the small craft that was meant for them were many. Just how badly did someone want the both of them to be killed to hire this band of rabble to take them out? These thoughts would have to wait. Running non-stop, Anara let her blade ask the questions. She cut through about two or three of them before getting caught from behind by one of the largest men she has seen. He was human, as far as he could tell and was lonely, too, considering he held her by her breasts. <br><br>This brute lifted Anara off the ground with his substantially large arms. It gave her the opportunity to kick out at one of the aggressors. Despite her chest piece being made of steel, the man's hands managed to squeeze away at her flesh, eliciting a quiet gasp from the young Sigilbearer. She didn't want this and she had to think quickly to escape it. <br><br>With her blade still in her right hand, Anara swung it at another eager attacker. Whether he wanted a peek at her privates from beneath her skirt or to really end her life, she didn't care, but the look on his face when he realized there was a sword stuck in his chest made her believe that he had become witness to something amazing. With her Sigil hand now free, she twisted it so it was right beside the head of her current aggressor. "Sorry, bud," was the last thing he heard before his head met a ball of fire. Promptly being let go, the woman retrieved her blade and kept running for the ship.<br><br>Both Anara and Ezer unceremoniously plowed onto the airship, but Ezer was quicker on his feet to make the trip to the cockpit. The girl didn't mind in the slightest, as she probably wouldn't know how to fly the damn thing. Even if it was quite similar to the Walker, she couldn't remember where they were meant to go. As the machine left the coral at a frightening pace, Anara slowly walked over to the chair beside Ezer's, dropping her weapon onto the ground before finally letting herself breathe deeply.<br><br>"What is going on, Ezer? Why wou--" Anara turned her head to him as she spoke, but cut herself off when she caught sight of his wound. No doubt he would say that it was superficial, him being a man, but there was a look of deep concern on her face. The woman really didn't have time to consider her own condition, her only reaction at that moment was to place a gentle hand by the wood protruding from Ezer's arm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 18:02:38</strong>
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				Ezer hissed as he felt Anara’s slender hand rest on his arm, just above the protruding arrow, sticking up from his right biceps, pierced all the way through his triceps. Looking at her, concern written across his face, he smiled weakly. “I’ll be alright. It didn’t puncture any major arteries, I just need to get this damn shaft out,” he said. <br><br>Looking to her, he had to smile sheepishly. “But I haven’t given the ship enough juice yet. I need to stay here for another hour, at least. I need you to snap off the arrow, just after it comes out from the muscle, and then pull straight and hard.<br><br>“I’m likely to scream, but don’t stop. Just yank the damn thing out of there, after that, I’ll be good, I promise. Then we need to look over your body,” he said, completely missing, in his focus on the battle, the rather obvious innuendo in the words.<br><br>Looking back out over the cockpit’s window, he sighed, looking as the stretch of mountains South of Ekos peeled away in to hilly farmland. “It’ll take... two days, in this ship, to reach Uthurgart, then another seven to cross the waking sea, then another two weeks before we reach the Crystal City, so I hope we grow on each other, or else this trip is going to test our sensibilities,” he said, trying to lighten the tense mood that had befallen the cabin.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 18:24:27</strong>
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				Anara's look of concern turned to one of disdain. She was not looking forward to doing what Ezer was asking her to do. She hoped that the arrowhead wasn't one that wasn't shaped in such a way that it would catch when pulled back. If he were to die from his wounds, she would practically be alone in this world. The Baron told her himself that there was hardly anyone even he could trust amongst the Sigilbearers.<br><br>Looking at Ezer hard for a few moments, it was easy to tell that she wasn't going to be getting out of this sickly task she was hoped to do. Sighing to herself, Anara took a gentle, but firm grip of the wooden shaft. She watched Ezer's face wince when it was snapped into two. The fletch end was thrown beside her sword; Anara watched it land before sighing again, knowing that the hardest part was still ahead of her.<br><br>Taking grip on the remaining bit of the arrow, Anara held her breath as she pulled at it. She didn't want to hear Ezer scream, nor did she want to see his face twist and contort in pain. Her eyes remained closed until her body was lurched backwards, the bloody arrowhead now in her palm. <br><br>"Try... try not and get shot by an arrow again, okay? I don't want to have to deal with this more than I have to." Anara dropped the arrow with the rest of it on the ground. Looking at her bloody hand, the woman stuck her tongue out and wiped it clean on Ezer's armoured thigh. "Are you sure you're going to be alright?" She asked, but she dared not look at the wound, lest it be pouring out blood by the gallons.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 18:43:57</strong>
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				Ezer did his best to stifle his scream, but it still escaped him. A racking sigh passed through his lips when the arrow was out, though, and not a sliver remained. Smiling at Anara, he closed his eyes, flexing his arm as it began to grow hot under her hand, which she had not yet removed. Just as it would begin to burn, the wound closed on itself, leaving a puckered scar where once there was a clean hole.<br><br>“Magic can do much, Anara, if you know how to use it,” he reminded her with a wink. Looking over at her, her dishevelled blonde hair like a mane around her head, and her chest-piece askew, revealing her left breast almost to the nipple, her skirt hiked up around her waist so he could actually see the cloth of her undergarment that hid her treasure, he had to grin. <br><br>“Well, looks like you’re doing just fine,” he said, letting the innuendo drop purposely this time. It was the first time he had let her notice his interest in her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 18:58:20</strong>
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				Anara felt Ezer's arm burn up slightly. Not literarily, of course, but the rise in temperature startled her. When her hand fell away from the wound, she was surprised to see that such a wound didn't exist anymore, that all that remained was a small indent where the arrow had protruded from. Turns out that the young woman still had quite a bit to learn about magic.<br><br>She eyed Ezer curiously when he winked. His gazed traced along her body much like a young teenager would when his hormones went rampant. Anara would have let it pass as if he truly succeeded in being subtle, but he himself made sure that she knew that he was appreciative of her being. Looking down at herself, she took notice of just how her outfit managed to shift itself this way and that, giving her 'partner' as much as he wanted to see. <br><br>"Doing fine, Ezer?" Anara asked, not entirely concerned about what his answer would be. "For someone who was in danger of bleeding out only a few minutes ago, you're rather coy." She stood up, fixing her skirt and readjusting her chest piece so that it would cover her up properly. Her hair was beyond hope at this point, but it seemed to add to her allure anyway. She sat back down, her gaze out towards the cockpit window rather than Ezer.<br><br>"I hope you enjoyed yourself there. You're going to have to work a little harder if you want another." Anara wore a grin on her face, her stare still anywhere but his face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 19:12:02</strong>
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				“I’m not in danger of bleeding out anymore, am I?” he asked with just as much coyness as he had, beginning the game. His eyes watched without shame as her breasts shifted as she readjusted herself, and quickly darted down to see her panties disappearing behind her skirt, which she had pulled down.<br><br>Flying at this point was easy. Stay at this altitude, head south. It didn’t need more than a semi-conscious effort. That let him stare unabashed at Anara, watching the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed, the tightness of her body, and the curve of her bottom pressed against the copilot’s seat.<br><br>“Definitely,” he answered plainly, resting his chin on his hand as he drank in Anara. He clucked when she berated him, though. “Really? What a shame. Here I was hoping my rugged good looks and suave charm was all I’d need to rely on.”<br><br>Sitting up in his chair, he glanced out over the horizon to ensure they wouldn’t crash in to a sudden mountain peak. Looking back to her, he looked at Anara’s smirk. “So, care to enlighten me on what I need to try a little harder at, or are you going to make me explore all the possibilities for myself?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 19:28:18</strong>
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				Anara could feel Ezer's eyes peeling away at her clothing. She couldn't imagine the look on his face now if he was nearly falling out of his seat with what he saw earlier. It surprised her that he wasn't audibly disappointed that she had neatly tucked away all of her womanly charms. <br><br>"You're charming. I'm not really going to lie to you, but I really doubt that you're my type." Anara finally turned to look at Ezer, who had this stare that she really could get used to. There was sometihng about him, but it wasn't something she dared to read into in the long term. Who would want to raise children in a home when both parents could inadvertently light the house on fire with their sigils? <br><br>Despite his lack of qualifications for home building, Anara could tell that he would be a long time friend if things were to stay the way they were. Perhaps if things went on a little further, they could be friends that really enjoyed each other's company. "I'll let you figure that out," she started, sitting a little deeper into her chair. "It's more fun that way, you know?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 19:54:25</strong>
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				“I’m everyone’s type, Anara,” Ezer said with an ego that was unflappable, looking at her once more before he looked back out on the horizon, focussing on a small outcropping of forest appearing to the south-west. <br><br>Looking to Anara to make sure she was securely in her seat, he banked hard-right, flying away from a dark forest with a speed that the little box like ship would be hard to keep for long. “That’s the Pol Arnax, a forest of Darklings, nasty creatures corrupted by the Great Men who linger somewhere between this world and Earth,” he explained, the forest diminishing to a tiny speck soon enough.&nbsp; <br><br>Anara would know who the Great Men were, like all creatures in the Dreaming, its history was embedded in their very core. <br><br>“That means we’re going to have to land in Stiegart instead of Uthurgart, at least for the night, before heading to the coast,” he explained, looking to Anara again.<br><br>“No matter. It’ll give me more time to ‘figure it out’,” he said with a grin.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 20:05:40</strong>
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				If there was one thing that Anara could hope to do besides put an end to this war, it would be to put Ezer's ego back to level ground. "If you keep telling yourself that, Ezer, I'm sure that all the women in the world will be flocking to kiss your feet soon enough." She looked at him intently, trying to read his face for any clue as to whether or not he truly believed he was everyone's type. "Don't expect me to ever do that."<br><br>With Ezer's abrupt piloting, it became apparent why he did so. This particular forest is something she's heard stories of during her time at the Manor. The Great Men were an entire story in itself, but twice as concerning, no doubt. <br><br>Anara wasn't entirely sure why they had to make a detour on their way to Uthurgart. If it was a matter of fatigue, she would gladly take a turn at piloting. "Is it really necessary to stop? As much as I'd like you to figure out what makes me tick, I'd much sooner prefer to get onto that ship to the Crystal City. I'm not going to take the words of a Baron lightly anytime soon."<br><br>Tough words were really all they were. Ezer could do anything he wanted (with her or the airship, was up to him) at this point. He was her senior. In a more romanticized view, he was her guiding light in the Dreaming. Telling him off completely would not end so well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 20:19:14</strong>
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				Ezer laughed. “I’d have other things in mind for you to be kissing, if it ever came to that.” He finished off with another grin, this time a little more goofy than the rest. <br><br>“Sadly, yes. In my haste to leave, I didn’t account for the Pol Arnax, and now I need to fly around it. It’ll add about five hours to the overall trip. We’ll make Stiegart before the sun sets, but not Uthurgart. Once the sun sets, you don’t want to be out in the skies unless you’ve got a better ship than ours,” he explained with a gentleness of tone that was neither condescending nor cowed. <br><br>“The Baron has most likely been taken by those who hired the mercenaries. The way they fought, they didn’t intend to win, they wanted us gone. They knew the Baron had gotten to us. I’ve got a few friends in Stiegart who’ll be able to shine some light on the situation back in Ekos.” <br><br>Finally, after about an hour of flight, Ezer relaxed, sitting back in his chair as the ship lurched, than continued on its course. “It’ll be powered up for the trip. I’ve given it directions to Stiegart, but the direction systems on these ships aren’t the greatest.”<br><br>Getting up from his seat, he motioned for Anara to take his place. “An airship is a unique machine. When you sit in the pilot’s chair, it feeds you all the information on the winds, the current plot, and any possible enemies. It’s a thrilling experience. Give it a try.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 20:36:08</strong>
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				Anara simply rolled her eyes at Ezer. She would be sure not to say anything incriminating anytime soon. Mentioning anything that could even be misconstrued in the slightest would make him as giddy as a child with candy. No one wants to see a sculpted, charming man like him jumping up and down because he think he said something clever.<br><br>Thinking about the reasoning behind the detour, there was no doubting that Ezer was in fact right. Thankfully this time he didn't go out of his way to make a crude joke. Speaking more about the Baron made her feel saddened, but knew that he was aware of the risks when he came to them. <br><br>During that one hour, Anara succumbed to the exhaustion of swinging her sword about and had a quick nap. She didn't do so consciously. She had been sitting with her legs lifted up and onto the chair, her body twisted on it to the side, facing Ezer the entire time. If he bothered to look at her during that hour or so, he may have fallen in love with the angelic scene of her sleeping soundly. He would have quickly have fallen out of it when the ship lurched and she flailed about as she woke.<br><br>Wordlessly, Anara lifted herself away from the co-pilots chair and into the main one. Her grogginess vanished as soon as she realized that she was going to be flying this thing. "You're going to be right over there, yeah? I don't think you have a death wish so it might be a good idea for the both of us if you did." Taking hold of the steering wheel, the woman took in all of the readings that the airship could give her. So far, so good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 20:50:17</strong>
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				“Don’t worry, I’m right here,” he said from behind her, standing with his hands resting on the back of the pilot’s seat. As long as he was in contact with the crystalline like contraption Anara was sitting in, he’d have some degree of control. <br><br>Knowing one had to focus when piloting an airship, even a small one like this, Ezer leaned forward, so his face was beside hers, and spoke quietly. “Know, you know where you want to go, and so does the ship, so don’t worry about trying to pilot the ship to our destination, just get used to the sensation of being a part of the ship.”<br><br>Extending his arm out, he pointed at a strain of boulders idly floating above a small river valley. “You see that crop of rocks? Focus on the big one, and squeeze this trigger,” he said, closing his free hand around one of Anara’s, guiding her movements as she nudged the ship to turn toward the boulders. <br><br>“Good. Easy movements will keep you from losing your lunch,” he said, whispering in to her ear this time, his breath hot. “Now focus. Visualize the boulder, and... fire.”<br><br>As she pulled the trigger, a bright glowing glob spat out from underneath the ship and smashed in to the boulder, pulverising it in to tiny little pebbles and dust. “Excellent,” he whispered, before guiding her above the rock flow and back on to course to Stiegart. <br><br>“It’s very simple. You just need to allow yourself to immerse in the experience,” he continued, letting go of her hand, letting&nbsp; his more calloused one to travel up to her upper arm, resting there. “Distractions can be deadly up here. You need to learn to block everything else out.”<br><br>His other hand went to her thigh, resting there. With both his hands resting on her body, he let an influx of energy flow out from him and enter her, causing an electric, tingling sensation across her body, lighting every nerve in her with sparks of curious, wondrous feelings. <br><br>“Focus, Anara. I want you to bank back around and take out another boulder,” he ordered, as he continued to flood her body with sensation.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 21:10:48</strong>
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				As annoying as Ezer can be at times, he was being very sincere here in his teaching. Anara hadn't felt this comfortable in someone's presence in a long time, even now as she was piloting the ship with him a few inches away from her she didn't want it to be anyone else. <br><br>Between his whispering into her ear to the subtle touches of his hands, Anara was sufficiently distracted. The thought of physical attraction with anyone was fleeting at best, even with Ezer before this moment. Now it was at the forefront of her mind, making flying this thing that much more difficult. The young woman's attention shifted away from the scenes in front of her to Ezer when he more or less knelt down beside her.<br><br>"Distractions? You know you--" Anara gasped sharply when she felt Ezer's hands on her flawless skin. That wasn't the worst of it, it seemed, as those hands started to expel tiny little pulses that felt absolutely amazing. Her legs closed together at the knees, but from there to her feet they were spread apart nearly as far as they could. Her nipples ached against the leather and steel that covered them. If there was ever a distraction, this was it. <br><br>Anara's breathing grew faster and representing something more along the lines of moaning than exhaling. Though her body was in the awkward shape that it was right now, the young Sigilbearer's eyes were focused on the scenery. Emulating what Ezer had done with her earlier, she managed to turn the ship around, albeit sharply, and align the ship so that the boulders were straight ahead. She bit her bottom lip to keep herself from screaming in pleasure when a particular shock seemed to hit all the right buttons. Though she didn't want this to stop, she also didn't want to crash headlong into boulders. Anara fired once, using every little bit of concentration she still had within her, then fired once more. The second was more of a result of a twitch.<br><br>The young woman urged the airship to continue on its course, then relaxed in the chair. Ezer didn't let up in his 'distracting', however, and her moans and unconscious twitches filled the little cabin for a few moments longer. "Ezer... you conniving bastard!" She screamed, part of it in genuine frustration, the other in ecstasy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 21:24:37</strong>
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				“Good, good,” he husked, increasing the intensity of his magical ministrations just as Anara waded in to the rock flow. And two shots later, and two pulverized boulders later, the ship was out of the flow and Anara was gasping for air.<br><br>As she growled at him in frustration, he couldn’t help but laugh. “You were the one who told me to explore,” he said, the hand on her thigh trailing up her leg, leaving behind a ghost of sensation behind. It travelled up to her stomach, sending shivering pleasure through her that made her abdominals clench. His hand on her arm travelled up to her shoulder, then to her neck, travelling along her collar bone. <br><br>“You know if you want me to stop you just have to say so,” he whispered, his lips brushing against the nape of her neck for a split second, a blossoming of sensation emanating from that touch. <br><br>His eyes were glued to her chest, seeing the swells of her breasts heave as she gasped for air. “Well, do you want me to stop?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 21:34:49</strong>
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				The ship lurched this way and that as Ezer continued to give her attention. His words escaped her, but his touch and simply feeling his breath on her skin made her melt. Standing up abruptly, Anara squeezed passed him and into the bit of standing space that she could find. It wasn't so much because of his 'work' that she wanted to get away from him, but because she couldn't focus on the airship any longer. <br><br>Standing there for a few seconds, however, proved to be more trouble than she had originally thought. Her legs buckled at the knee, the sensations still managed to course their way through her body and elicit such wonderful reactions from Anara.&nbsp; Her knees once again came together in an attempt to hide her flower, but by now her musky scent surely would have filled the room. <br><br>Not entirely sure what to say at this point, Anara simply looked at Ezer straight in the eyes. She wondered if he would have to give up on her at this point and pilot, or if he would take the risk and go after her now that she was a few feet from the chair. Either way, she was desperate for relief, and if he didn't give it to her, she may just have to go for it herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 21:51:32</strong>
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				Ezer grinned, placing his hands on the controls, closing his mind to outside influence, giving the ship a fly-straight command that should keep them good for an hour or so. Turning back, seeing Anara trembling on the floor, he stalked over like a predator and swooped down, picking her up, one of his hands perilously close to her ass, the other wrapped around her shoulders.<br><br>He continued the sexual torture, but this time his entire body emanated the tingling sensations, and as she was held against his chest, she’d almost be able to feel his heart beat with each pulse of pleasure. Carrying her to a small alcove in the ship’s wall, which was little more than a plank of wood with a mattress on it, he sat her down on the soft material.<br><br>Then, with sudden swiftness, he wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and lunged forward, pressing his lips against hers. Where it would be release otherwise, every touch just sent more electric signals throughout her body.<br><br>His free hand cinched around her waist as he deepened the kiss, using his knee to spread Anara’s legs open, fitting himself in between them, Ezer grinned in to the kiss.<br><br>“Remember, a simple ‘stop’ is all it takes,” he husked, biting her bottom lip, letting go of her waist, slipping a hand below her skirt to cup her almost bare cheek.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 22:05:45</strong>
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				Anara couldn't think. Her whole body was trembling as the waves of pleasure never ceased to stop. Her eyes were closed, trying to focus on something else, something completely off-putting that would let her relax and gain her composure. Nothing came to mind as Ezer lifted up the relatively tiny girl and swept her out of the cockpit. Feeling more than his hands and consequently more of the tingling sensations that emanated from him, the young girl moaned into his chest in hopes of stifling the noise. Surely no one would here them from where they were, but she always had trouble being quiet... Not that she could really know.<br><br>Being laid down, Anara was sure that Ezer was going to be her first love in the Dreaming. She couldn't make certain whether or not it was a good thing, but her body told her head to simply shut up and enjoy this. Her mind quickly obliged, letting herself moan freely as the shocks seemed to focus in on her most sensitive areas. Her chest ached deeply because of this, and before Ezer descended upon her, she unclipped her chest piece from the front, letting the buds on her breasts harden freely, without constraint.<br><br>She was about to say something along the lines that he better not tell his friends about this, but was interrupted by a deep set kiss. The sexual tension built up in her body only intensified at this point, causing Anara to arch her back and for each cup of her chest piece to fall away from her breasts. Only when Ezer was effectively on top and the kiss deepened did she return the favour and kiss him back, wholeheartedly.<br><br>When Ezer asked if she wanted to stop, there really was no answer from Anara. She didn't acknowledge him even asking the question; the only thoughts on her mind were to kiss him back and to let her hands wander all along his chiseled frame. There wasn't the slightest bit of fat that she could cling to on his body, so Anara had to resort to lightly scratching at his back to keep him pressed up against her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 22:18:19</strong>
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				“I’ll take that as a positive sign,” he said, looking at her healthy breasts before she kissed him, hard, pulling him down on top of her, his powerful body almost suffocating her. His hand that clawed her ass cheek flexed, gripping it hard before he let two of his fingers slip through the gauss-like material of her panties to brush up against her slick womanhood.<br><br>His own manhood was standing at attention now, pressing almost painfully against his armour-patched leggings, and he let go of Anara’s neck to hastily undue the clasps. Unfortunately, he couldn’t get the trick of it, and had to pull away, reluctantly removing his hands from Anara’s gorgeous body. <br><br>Stepping a foot back, he stared at her panting, topless form with an intensity of a predatory wildcat as his hands tore off his scabbard, harness, and belt buckle, his pants falling to the ground with a heavy thump, leaving him only in his flimsy undergarment, his impressive size tented up against it. <br><br>Ducking, he fit himself back in to the alcove and attacked Anara, his lips biting her collar as he crushed her beneath him, one of his hands palming a heavy breast as he felt his cock trapped between his pelvis and her clothed snatch. <br><br>His lips travelling up her collar, he nipped and kissed her until he reached her lips, where he dove in to a deep, tongue filled kiss as they groaned their mutual lust for each other. <br><br>Pushing away from her, just enough so their bodies weren’t pressed against each other, he looked down at Anara again, his eyes alight with fire as he locked gazes with her. His one had travelling to her crotch, he gripped the hem of her panties and pulled, hard, ripping the flimsy material right off of her, exposing her glistening, glorious womanhood to his hungry eyes.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 05:01:01</strong>
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				Anara couldn't help but sigh and moan at each and every touch that Ezer laid on her. His tongue running along the tip of hers seemed to bring on those electric sensations that the man on top of her was no doubt putting through her. The most electric of all of Ezer's touches, though, was undoubtedly when his fingers gingerly leapt across her by now wet slit. <br><br>She watched him stand up and away from her, removing what clothing he did have save for his underwear. The evident bulge was definitely a sight to behold, but it also brought on a sort of 'sickness' in Anara's gut. It was like her heart sank. As much as she wanted to pin this on the fact that all of their silly flirting gave her stage fright, it was far more plausible that maybe, just maybe, the woman thought it was too soon.<br><br>Despite her feelings, Anara let Ezer practically mount her again, his lips locking onto her neck, a strong hand taking a breast into it and kneading it oh-so-expertly. The kicker was the tip of his cock pressing against her slit. It happened several times in the next while, eliciting stifled moans and whines from Anara.<br><br>When they kissed and ultimately Ezer had done away with her panties, Anara sat up as much as she could. There was now a little buffer between his impressive member and her, by now, hot and wet pussy. She wanted this, she wanted this so badly, but there was no ridding herself of this... guilt. <br><br>"Ezer..." Anara whispered just before laying down a couple of pecks on his lips. "There's... I can't have sex with you. Not here. It just doesn't make sense." She left it where she did, hoping that her partner would fill in the blanks. Was it just dangerous on the ship? Did they have other things to worry about? Is she ovulating? <br><br>shifting her body around, Anara planted her feet on the floor and stood up. She quickly turned on her heel to face Ezer who undoubtedly had a shocked, if not disappointed look on his face. Ignoring it, the girl shrugged her chest piece off of her shoulders and undid the strings on either side of her skirt that hugged her hips. With the steel making a much louder <em>thunk</em> than the flap of material covering her bottoms, Anara was left in her thigh-high boots and her arm guards. <br><br>"I'll make it up to you... I'll promise you that." The girl had a naughty smile creep on her face as she guided Ezer into a sitting position. With swift hands, Anara spread his knees and then sat between them. While still wearing that smile, she licked once at his cock that was still hidden underneath his shorts. It happened once, twice more before she took the tip into her mouth and blew hot air through the thin cloth material. Expelling everything she had in her lungs, the Sigilbearer pulled back a little bit, establishing eye contact with Ezer. "You don't mind this one bit though, do you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 05:15:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“It doesn’t have to,” Ezer groaned, reluctantly rolling off of Anara regardless, letting her stand. Preparing to take his leave and get dressed, he raised an eyebrow when he saw her fully remove her chest-piece, and then, with both eyebrows raised now, saw the flimsy skirt flutter to the ground, letting him stare at her juicy treasure.<br><br>Returning her naughty grin with his own smirk, he watched as she tucked herself between his legs and began teasing him. His cock lurched when he felt her tongue, and twice more when she continued licking. He shivered at the coolness of the now damp underwear, letting out a strangled groan when she took his head the tip of his cock in to her mouth, suckling on it a split second before sending a bath of hot air over him.<br><br>“Well, it’s certainly better than my feet,” he grinned, letting a hand push back a renegade lock of blonde hair from her forehead. “But this feels a little one sided, if you catch my drift.<br><br>Tipping her head back with a hand under her chin, he let his lips ghost across hers before he whispered in to her ear. “I can still make you feel good without bedding you.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 05:30:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anara, as Ezer will no doubt find out for himself, was a much better teaser than she was a lover. That's not to say she was a terrible lover, far from it, but just that she excelled at teasing that much more. By the way things were going, the man whose legs she was in between was not so terrible at either himself. <br><br>Feeling his hot breath on her ear made Anara tense up. The sensation rippled through her body, stopping when it had met her engorged clit. "I can wait, darling..." she said, winking at him as she threw out the endearing term. "Here, help me out a little." She tugged at his underwear, hoping that he would get the clue sooner rather than later.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 05:41:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ezer smiled. “Suit yourself,” he said, not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. One hand gripping the overhang of the small sleeping alcove, he lifted himself off the bed, letting Anara tug down his underwear, his cock springing out. It was something near-perfect. Not too long or too short, too fat or thin, too veiny or smooth, it simply was an excellent example of the male reproductive organ.<br><br>Already, pre-cum glistened on his red crown as he chuckled as it almost wacked Anara in the face. Sitting back down, he let his hand run through her hair. “Sorry about that,” he husked, letting his calloused finger-tips trail across her jaw, conjuring up the tingling magic he had subjected to her earlier. <br><br>“I’ll play it your way, but don’t think you’re getting out of this without getting something in return,” he growled, almost threateningly, as he relaxed, leaning his back against the alcove wall, big enough for a single person to fit comfortably, or two people pressed up against each other. Lucky for Ezer, the only other Alcove had been converted to serve as extra storage. If it went well, he might still get to sample Anara sometime during this trip.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 05:55:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anara had managed to get Ezer's cock free from its clothy confines. As she did so, however, she was looking down at the article of clothing that was now at his ankles, only to raise her head and nearly have the very thing she was trying to get a look at essentially poke her right in the eye. If it wasn't for his smooth talking (and perhaps his little magic trick), she would have surely taken a playful bite at his manhod.<br><br>Instead, the woman practically purred underneath her lover's touch. She felt his rough hand, wondering if he does this trick since he felt a little self-conscious of his war-torn body. Thoughts quickly escaped her, however, as her body came calling, demanding some form of release from this near constant pleasure. Obliging, Anara moaned, biting her lower lip for just a second until she got a better idea on how to keep herself quiet. <br><br>Taking the now free tip into her mouth, Anara licked this way and that while clamping down on it with her lips. From time to time, she would graze her teeth along the sensitive end and then give Ezer some relief by taking more of the shaft into her mouth and down her throat. To take the edge off from Ezer's own teasing, Anara's right hand climbed up her thigh and quickly found her clean shaven pussy. Much like knowing the purpose of a Sigilbearer as well as only recently existing in this world, the notion of being completely bare under the belt was an idea lodged into the back of her mind. <br><br>Squeezing her clit between her fingers, Anara moaned onto Ezer's cock. She kept this up for a few minutes until another clever idea popped into her head. She felt the way she did because Ezer used magic... Her free hand gripped gently at the base of his manhood, stroking a few times before stopping. She tried to focus, thinking of tiny electric shocks, something similar to what she felt when touching him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 06:13:11</strong>
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				This is what Ezer called in-flight service. His hand returning to her hair, its silk perfection feeling wondrous against his battle-hardened palm, his breathing quickening as he felt the wondrous sensation of her warm, wet mouth around his prick.<br><br>The first time he felt her teeth graze across the sensitive lower portion of his shaft he tensed, his cock lurching in her mouth as blood rushed to it, before settling back down, hissing as she sank lower on to his shaft.<br><br>“By the Eldest, Anara, you are one in a million,” he husked, chuckling at her, moaning in unison as he felt her throat vibrate around his cock-head. <br><br>He practically howled in pleasure when he felt the base of his cock come alive with sensation, surging to his balls, threatening to tip him over the edge, before he fought it down.<br><br>“Not so much, love,” he managed, removing her hand from his base. “Unless you want a rather embarrassing situation on your hands, and in your mouth.”<br><br>Cupping Anara’s cheek with a hand, he chuckled. “You need to be as subtle as possible, like so,” he grinned, letting his hand send sensation rippling down Anara’s spine, zeroing in on her nipples and clit.<br><br>Sliding off the bed, Ezer let himself slink to his knees, fitting in the barely-there space between Anara and the Alcove’s base. Her breasts crushed his chest and his cock was sandwiched between their stomachs as he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her to him.<br><br>“Let it radiate, a slow, steady release,” he breathed, moving the inch it took to press his lips to hers, flooding Anara with the sensation wherever their bodies met, like a supernatural heat. His one hand travelled down her back, following her spine until it disappeared, his fingers continuing down the cleft of her ass, over her puckered hole, before trailing along her thigh to dip down in between her legs, his finger shooting a wave of pleasure directly against her clit.<br><br>Holding her to him, he loved the way she shuddered against him. “Just like that,” he whispered, staring in to her eyes.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 06:31:32</strong>
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				Anara pulled away from Ezer's cock as soon as he, again, let his hand flood her with the incredible sensation that he can do so well. Her mouth was still open, a string of saliva between the tip of his impressive manhood to her lower lip. Saving it from dripping onto the ground, the woman managed to round it up with her tongue. She smiled inwardly at Ezer's use of the word love. It was amazing to her because he truly didn't mean it in the most sincere way - he knew where this relationship stood and that said a lot about him. He was no angel, but he looked like one.<br><br>She watched helplessly as Ezer slide down in front of her, kissing her square on the lips while his hands ran wherever they pleased. Anara was far too focused on the pleasure to really kiss back. Her nipples ached for attention while her clit did the same. She was sure that her arousal was pooling onto the floor if it wasn't rolling down either of her thighs. It was all too much. The young woman didnt know that she had such restraint in her as her body was telling her to just lay on her back and let him take her. <br><br>His attentions had caught her off-guard, but most of all was the hand that managed to slide all the way down her back and around to her front. As soon as a finger touched her clit, Anara was screaming like a banshee. She couldn't figure out where to put her hands; the limbs lightly clawing on his back. Her sweet pussy clenched at nothing as she had an orgasm for what she hoped was the first time tonight. She shuddered from the waves of pleasure that pulsated from her sexual core, kissing Ezer deeply as soon as they calmed down. <br><br>"You... you are a sly dog, you know that?" Anara blurted out between heavy breaths and moans. The occasional shudder still persisted. "I really hope that I have you all to myself on that ship to the Crystal City..." She said this thinking that by the time they got to Uthurgart, she would be ready to have him completely. That's not to say that if Ezer keeps this up that she wouldn't say yes to the idea now...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 06:49:13</strong>
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				Ezer laughed, holding Anara in his arms, idly caressing her.&nbsp; “Oh, I’m quite aware,” he husked, nipping at her neck.<br><br>Helping Anara to her feet, he moved her to sit on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the edge, spread wide, her pussy glistening in need. <br><br>Placing his hands on either side of her on the mattress, he grinned, kissing her, hard, before letting his lips trail down her, kissing her left nipple, detouring to her right, before trailing down her taught stomach until he was hovering above her snatch. <br><br>“I’m sure I can arrange for a single room,” he said, letting his breath wash over her pussy, before he ducked in, kissing her clit lightly, but with the added intensity of his magic behind the kiss, it was heavenly. <br><br>His own lusts urging him on, he let his tongue dart out, tonguing her clit for a moment, before swiping along her slit, tasting her essence, before he dove deeper, exploring her depths, his hands stroking her quivering thighs.<br><br>Pulling away to look up at her hooded gaze, he laughed. “You taste like strawberries,” he commented, a goofy look on his face, before he dove back in to her depths, kissing, licking, and sucking with abandon, needing to have her climax, to feel her body shudder like it had before.<br><br>His own cock was practically ready to explode with a need to climax, but he ignored it, his attentions on Anara.<br><br>“Come for me, Anara,” he urged, his lips vibrating against her clit, groaning in sympathetic pleasure as he felt the girl climax at his ministrations. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 07:10:33</strong>
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				Anara felt a little weak at the knees. Having been on edge for the better part of an hour and now cumming as hard as she did, no one would bet against her having trouble standing. Thankfully Ezer seemed to know this and settled her down in the little alcove. He kissed her again, loving every twist and turn that their tongues took together. She wondered if he could taste what his manhood was like on her lips, but that was another matter.<br><br>Ezer expertly leaped from her lips down to her breasts. He gave each of her sensitive buds a kiss and a lick before trailing down to her flower. It ached for him, contracting occasionally as if to say that it really needed to have something deep inside of her. His mouth did the trick.<br><br>Anara felt those familiar shocks rip through her body in the best way that they could; her body lunging away from the small little bed, her hands gripping at the back of Ezer's head. "Oh! Ezer..." Anara shouted aloud, her tone fading away fast as her body succumbed to the many levels of pleasure. With her hair down and shadowing most of her face, Ezer was saved from seeing a rather unimpressed look on his lover's face when he mentioned her sweet cunny tasting like strawberries. The young girl sat back against the wall of the cubby hole, her hands leaving Ezer's head, her left gripping at its respective breast and the other spreading her nether lips apart, cluing the man who was pleasuring her to go a little further.<br><br>And further he did go. With his urging of her to let out the ultimate release and his attentions making full well that she does, Anara came within moments. This climax was stronger than the last as her fingers helped in reaching that plateau of pleasure. Her legs clenched onto either side of her lover's head, her pussy walls clenching onto his expert tongue all the while. She hadn't any choice in staying there for a few minutes, letting herself wind down to some sort of mind set that she could think. <br><br>Fortunately for Ezer, the only thought on her mind was having his cum running down her chin and onto her breasts. Anara let Ezer go and slide onto the floor much like he did moments earlier. She gripped onto his cock with one hand and eased him onto the floor with the other. Pushing lightly on his shoulder so he lay flat, Anara climbed onto his hips so that his cock was poised right underneath her hot pussy. <br><br>Spreading her own legs apart, Anara lowered her body so the tip was right at her entrance, threatening to break in. She winked at Ezer, shifting herself so that as she slid down further, his cock's underside would run along the length of her slit. She cooed, enjoying the feeling, although it was nothing compared to his tongue. For his sake more than her own, Anara started to moan loudly, screaming his name each and every time she continued this ritual of rubbing. Every now and again she teased to let him inside of her only to run along his impressive length again.<br><br>He wouldn't be cumming in her mouth, but her newest (and as far as she knew, her best) lover would soon enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 07:26:21</strong>
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				Ezer lapped at Anara’s freely flowing juices as she came, his tongue sending firecrackers of sensation across her treasure, until finally she let him go. <br><br>Panting, his jaw slick with her juices, he gave her a silly grin as she gripped his member, stroking him before urging him to lay on the cool wood floor.<br><br>Raising an eyebrow when she positioned herself over his cock, he hissed as he felt his shaft grind against her slick slit as she gyrated on top of him, coating his length in her juices.<br><br>As the sensation built in him, he began to pant, his body clenching and unclenching rhythmically as he felt her let his cock dip in, only for a second, before taking away her womanly charm.<br><br>Unfortunately, the position he was in had his feet pressed against the wall, and as an inexplicably powerful sensation flooded him, he instinctively shifted, causing his cock to change angles, and where Anara was only planning on teasing him with her entrance, she found herself being pried open by his cock, sinking in to her depths.<br><br>Ezer growled, his hips jerking, pushing more of him inside her, as he panted wildly. She was very, very tight. <br><br>“Eldest help me,” he managed, before he grabbed Anara’s arms and pulled her down on top of him, their faces an inch apart, her breasts crushing in to his chest as he kissed her with need, his hips reacting quicker than his thinking mind as his cock began to stir Anara’s searing hot pussy, sinking in to her deep before being drawn out to the edge, reluctant to leave and eager to sink back in to the warmth. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 07:44:57</strong>
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				Anara was enjoying her little game with Ezer. His length was getting more and more slick and she knew very well that she could take the blame for that. It gave her a sort of pleasure knowing that he was writhing underneath him; his body doing all the talking, letting her know that he felt really, really good.<br><br>After a while, Anara felt herself being lifted up slightly and her teasing had turned against her. It was far from the worst thing that could happen, but it was never her intention to have sex with Ezer. Not tonight. Although her mind protested, her walls clenched around the intruding cock. Her canal was now practically twice as sensitive as when she started, having came twice in the most incredible ways already. This, however, was something that felt absolutely amazing. <br><br>The further and further Ezer's cock invaded her precious sex, the less Anara could resist. It felt too good to pass up and that pestering feeling in her gut had left her long ago. As soon as the young woman's labia met the base of Ezer's manhood, he started pumping into her, using the wall and the floor to help him do so. Anara couldn't help but scream out his name until she was muted by him pulling her close and kissing her messily. Her constant moaning didn't help in the slightest.<br><br>"Ezer, Ezer... this feels so good! I want you to cum inside of me. Oooh, please; I need you!" Anara begged and pleaded for him to keep on with his thrusts. When he inadvertently slipped out of her hot cunt, the young woman shifted her rear this way and that in a desperate attempt to get him inside of her again. When she succeeded, she let out a moan of triumph; it lasted until his entire length disappeared into her flower.<br><br>Genuinely wanted Ezer to cum, Anara rose back into a seated position. Her hands rested on his strong stomach, helping her push herself up just to slide back down along his length. "Unh... Ezer... Cum for me, baby." She wasn't exactly sure where she got the language from, but it seemed appropriate!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 08:01:47</strong>
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				Ezer was in heaven. No longer trying to tease or entice, he simply fucked, straining his hips to meet Anara’s with increasing strength and speed, the sound of their pelvises slapping against each other filling the tiny ship. <br><br>Panting, he looked up at Anara, who was writhing on top of him, trying her best to get him buried as deep as he possibly could go.&nbsp; Kissing her repeatedly, he could feel his balls tighten, preparing to vacate.<br><br>Gripping Anara’s hips for support, he groaned along with her as she bounced on top of him, the pressure in his very core building to critical levels.<br><br>His abs tightening, he brought himself to a sitting position, clutching Anara to him, one hand palming an ass cheek as his other reached for a firm breast, mauling her as his hips lurched a few more times.<br><br>“Cumming, I’m cumming, Anara!” he groaned, burying his face in the nape of her neck, biting her as he let a strangled growl escape him as he thrust one last time, staying buried as his cock spewed its thick, white load in to Anara’s clenching canal, losing control of his magic for the first time in a long time as a sensation more powerful than Anara had ever felt from Ezer flooded her as his cum did.<br><br>Ragged breathing, Ezer pulled Anara down with him as his climax ebbed away, laying, exhausted, on the floor, the naked, sweaty, gorgeous woman quivering above him as his member slowly deflated in her pussy.<br><br>Kissing her on the lips, he had to smile. “So... much for ‘I can’t have sex with you’.”<br><br>Basking in the afterglow of an ace session of sex, Ezer couldn’t have noticed the predatory Darkling airship streaking out from the very edge of the&nbsp; Pol Arnax forest, firing a vicious payload of magic-infused rock at the boxy ship.<br><br>The initial impact was enough to knock Ezer unconscious, and when he awoke again, it was on the ground, in a glade of dark green grass surrounded by thick forest, naked as he was when he last had a conscious thought.<br><br>The airship’s emergency protocol had kicked in, saving their lives, he knew. What had hit them, though? <br><br>Then panic creeped in to him. Anara! Where was she? Wipping around, looking for her, he saw her form laying a few yards away from him. Running to her, ignoring the pain in his left leg, he practically fell beside her.<br><br>“Anara! Anara, wake up!” he cried, cradling her in his arms, slapping her face. “Elderchild, if you are there, please, I beseech you revive her!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 03:03:57</strong>
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				It all felt so wonderful; nothing in her memory could compare to these moments shared with Ezer. In all fairness, she was getting a bit tired having came so many times already, but as she was working so hard this time for him, it made it all worth it. And worth it it was. <br><br>Ezer came hard, his spunk filling her entirely. That wasn't even the best part, however, as the eldest of the two Sigilbearers lost control of his body. The sensations that expelled from him that Anara was getting so used to had been let loose much like his load deep inside of her. She could feel practically every drop and on top of that was that electric pulse. There was very little time to think about it, but for an instant she thought about whether he did it on purpose or not to ensure that she came when he did.<br><br>She planned on asking, but the words wouldn't come out of her mouth. Her body was exhausted, but never felt as good as it has in her time in the Dreaming. Funny how quickly things turn, however, when their surroundings had essentially exploded around them. Anara's world went black before she could even imagine what could have happened.<br><br><hr><br>Anara woke up to Ezer shaking her, practically yelling out her name. She went to sit up, but everything felt sore. All she remembered was the fantastic sex and pinned her lack of mobility to that. The only problem with that theory is that the airship turned into a lush forest and the hard wood floor was now cool, almost damp grass. Looking down at herself, the woman looked to be in the same condition that she remembered herself in, except now she could clearly see a trail of cum making its way out of her pussy. If Anara wasn't so confused as to where she was, she would have probably wiped up a bit with her finger to taste it. <br><br>"What happened...?" Anara asked groggily. The woman placed a hand on his shoulder and the other on his thigh to push herself up. The scenery was beautiful, though it was marred by the sight of a crashed airship and noises of machinery not very common to a forest. "This isn't Steigart, is it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 03:23:31</strong>
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				Ezer let out a sigh. “Thank the Eldest,” he sighed as she stirred, looking down at her with a great smile. Helping her up in to a sitting position, he let himself relax on the grass beside her, one of his arms wrapped around her back, holding her to his chest.<br><br>“No, this isn’t Steigart,” he answered, looking around, seeing a black, charred scar carved in to the glade, ending in the crunched remains of the ship, folded around a tree. “This is the Arnax Border, a ring of forest enchanted by Sigilbearers to keep the Darklings at pay.”<br><br>They were both tired and sore, and, as far as he could see, they were in no immediate danger. So, gently rolling them both on to the grass, they lay there naked, on their backs.<br><br>“We’ll need to get out of here soon, before whatever shot us down decides to come investigate,” he explained, oddly at ease. The afterglow of sex hadn’t quite worn off. <br><br>Moving on to his side, he propped himself up on his elbow. “Are you alright?” he asked, letting his free hand go to her stomach, fingers spread out. “Stay very still, please.”<br><br>A radiating heat began to pulse out of his hand, but it didn’t elicit pure ecstatic bliss. It was a soothing, revitalizing feeling. After a moment, he opened his eyes, smiling down to Anara. “Nothing’s broken. You’re fine. Now come on, we need to go.”<br><br>Pulling Anara up to her feet, he made an extravagant show of brushing the dirt and grass of her tight ass. “We’ll need some hiking clothes. Leather boots, hide-skin pants and a tunic. Think you’ve got enough energy to conjure something like that up?” he asked her.<br><br>“It seems a crime to cover you up now, but we’ll just have to make up for it when we reach Steigart.”<br><br>Standing back from Anara, Ezer stood with his feet squared and arms out to his sides, as a hissing gush of air swept up debris from the ship, branches, grass and other natural refuse as it began to cling to his body, materializing and fitting in to heavy, comfortable boots, a pair of loose fitting hide pants, and a tunic a little too tight, molding to his chiselled physique. At his side was a simple blade, and a small dagger. <br><br>“Come on, let’s see what you got.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 03:42:10</strong>
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				Anara had a hard time standing up, but this time it was more from being sore than it was from quivering knees. Ezer's more than liberal scan of her body seemed to ease the strain a bit. The young Sigilbearer watched as the other conjured up a sharp little outfit; something that reminded her of a young boy she met in a Ekos. If he had a green cap on, the image would have been spot on. <br><br>"Hmm... I'd say that I could give you the world once we reach Steigart, but since you were so eager, I really don't have much else to show." With a snap of her fingers, and a wink at Ezer for show, Anara was enveloped in a small gust of wind that brought up grass, branches, and any number of nature's goodness that was common along the ground. With the help of a few materials from the airship, namely leather accents, steel rivets and the like, the young woman stopped the gale as soon as she had collected what was needed to make a respectable outfit.<br><br>The gale dissipated, with Anara emerging from it and flashing a pose more for her amusement than Ezer's benefit. Her thigh-high boots made way for rugged dark leather boots that reached up to the bottom of her knee. The heel on them were shortened considerably - the woman didn't want to think about how badly one could roll an ankle in two-inch heels. Replacing her skirt was a pair of similar coloured short shorts and a steel thigh guard on her right made from the molded remnants of her boots. Her top was in layers, beginning with a black bra that did well to keep Anara's breasts high on her chest and unlikely to hinder her if she were forced to run. Then a white, sleeveless top which was in turn covered by a thick tunic that hugged her curves in all the right ways. Fingerless gloves covered her hands and ran all the way passed her elbow. A blade fashioned very similarly to her first hung in a leather scabbard hung from her left hip.<br><br>"Don't say anything, I know you're just going to make a sly comment and have this stupid grin on your face this entire hike." Anara pointed an accusing finger at her latest lover and would have walked in any direction ahead of him if she was sure it was the right one to Steigart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 04:00:11</strong>
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				“Oh, there are so many more things you can give me,” he had to smile, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he reluctantly watched her amazing nakedness hide itself in layers of clothing. He was impressed. <br><br>An eyebrow cocked, he had to nod. “That was expertly done,” he commented, his eyes wandering over her body. He delighted in the site of her cleavage, her undershirt and tunic splitting just below the strap holding the cups of her bra to each other.<br><br>“You know it gets cold at night. If we don’t make it out in time I’m afraid we may have to huddle together to stay warm,” he smirked, walking over to Anara, his hands snapping out, colliding with her ass cheeks encased in her tight, tiny shorts. Pulling her forward, so his crotch grinded against hers, he gave her a predatory look.<br><br>“Would you mind that? Having to press our bodies together to keep warm?” he husked, his lips brushing over her collarbone. <br><br>And just as quickly as he had grabbed a hold of her, he let go. “We were heading South, which means we landed on the Southern edge of the border. So, we head South.”<br><br>Motioning in the direction of the crashed airship, south, he began to walk. “Be on your guard, Anara. Darklings have been known to tread in to the Border, even this far out.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 04:21:31</strong>
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				Anara rolled her eyes at Ezer. His comments were not as coy nor as suave as she had anticipated, but they were equal in terms of the perverse undertones. Or were they overtones? His groping and blatant sexual comments seemed to tell the story. <br><br>"I think I might just fashion myself a blanket made of leaves," Anara said, not wanting to give Ezer anything that he no doubt wanted to hear. To even further her faux-uncomfortably with being his newest lover, she buttoned up the leather tunic so that it hid the lovely valley that he had been taking for granted. As if the Elders themselves were not pleased by this, the buttons undid themselves just as soon as she had done them - her heaving breasts a little too much for the poor metal.<br><br>Not wanting to wait and see if Ezer had been witness to that, Anara started the hike southward. It seemed that the two had managed to land in a plain that was far and few between from any others. The forest was thick and the terrain was a little treacherous with trees that have fallen over and were now conveniently covering up ditches. For a good ten, twenty minutes, the trek was very quiet, save for the pair throwing a few snide comments at each other when either of it deemed it necessary. <br><br>"You know, I wonder what our kids will be like..." Anara started, making reference to the way that Ezer had shamelessly filled her welcoming pussy. Of course she was only trying to wind him up - in that little gale of wind, she was sure to expel what she could of his spunk from her tight canal. There was always the chance, but the young woman was an optimist. "There wouldn't be a doubt that they would inherit my stunning beauty. At the very least my nose. I'd hate to see my child with a beak like your--"<br><br>Anara stopped in her tracks, looking this way and that. She swore she heard a noise, a crackling of a branch under a wary step. To be fair, it could have easily been some wildlife, but it never hurt to be on the side of caution. The young woman turned to Ezer who was behind her, shrugging at him. "You didn't hear anything, did you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 04:47:49</strong>
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				Ezer laughed heartily as her breasts denied her modesty, heaving out to fill his vision again. Walking a few steps behind her most of the time, Ezer let his eyes rest on her tight ass as it swayed and bounced as she walked, quite content with the view, half-heartedly responding to Anara’s jibes. <br><br>He cocked an eyebrow when she started talking about children. “Oh, they’d inherit the best of both worlds, I think,” he said. “Your looks, my brains, naturally.”<br><br>She didn’t get a chance to respond, though, as she stopped in her tracks, Ezer’s eyes snapping from her ass to their surroundings. The forest was darkening as the Sun began to sink below the western horizon. <br><br>“Yes, I did,” he stated, one hand drawing the sleek blade from his hip, brandishing it. “I can’t feel anything, though. It could have been anything.”<br><br>But the Darklings were the ones who shot Ezer down, he was sure of it. They would have had to fly out of the forest to do that. They were never so aggressive. <br><br>Just as he was going to let his guard down, he heard a snap of a twig behind him. Whirling around, he was tackled by an enormous, black dog, snapping at his jaw as Ezer struggled with the huge animal. <br><br>“Anara, watch it!” he managed, growling as his muscles strained, before he managed to kick the animal off, jumping to his feet and lunging in turn at it, plunging the blade in to the dog’s chest. <br><br>Yanking his blade free, his nose cringed at the scent of the brackish blood. “These are tainted animals! Darklings are near. We must move swiftly.”<br><br>Running up to stand beside her, he pointed down a pathway that seemed relatively clear of forest debris. “They will not be far behind these mongrels, move!”<br><br>Dashing through the thick of the forest, breaking out on to the path, he began running with Anara, the feint sounds of snarling, snapping animals coming from the North, deeper in to the forest.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 05:04:10</strong>
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				It was comforting to see that Ezer was taking this as seriously as she was. Anara didn't want to start thinking that she was going crazy. Just when her partner was alerted to the presence of another, so did she. Mere seconds before she as going to scream at him to turn around, he expertly twisted and drove the blade into the heart of the beast. <br><br>Without even thinking about it, Anara bolted down the pathway that was made clear to them. It was not the most direct route south, but it would make due to build the gap between themselves and these Darklings. Behind them there were growls and howls, the deep clenching sound of jaws with jagged teeth. There were also what she thought were voices, ironically barking out orders to these beasts. <br><br>As the pair ran together, the noises did seem to fade slightly, only to build up again but coming from multiple directions. It was as if they created a number of hunting groups, spanning the entire forest behind them. It was frightening, but Anara didn't get the time to even worry about it as her relatively tiny form was tackled into the trunk of a large tree. The beast snapped its jaws at her, narrowly missing the nose she was talking about moments earlier. It took the Sigilbearer a few moments to concentrate on what she was doing as the pain of hitting the tree as well as having this heavy beast on her acting as brilliant distractions. Thinking only of her sigil, Anara planted her right hand on the chest of the beast and sent it flying back in the direction which it came, only this time with a searing hole through it. <br><br>Anara tried to stand up, not wanting to wait for the beast's friends to arrive. As soon as she was back on both her feet, however, she cried out in pain. The young Sigilbearer had managed to twist her ankle while fighting off the beast, or getting tackled by it in the first place. She fell to her knees, looking for Ezer in the slowly darkening forest, hoping he didn't have the pleasure of meeting the Darklings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 05:20:16</strong>
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				As Anara was pinned to the tree by the massive dog, Ezer was accosted with a flurry of arrows descending on him from up in a tree. One grazed his cheek, blood gushing from him as he dove behind a bush, the archer losing him in the woods.<br><br>At the same instant Anara collapsed to the ground, Ezer burst forth from of the path, both his hands wreathed in flame, his eyes glowing with actual fire. Waving his hands wide, he let out an arc of flame, arching out to envelop the forest where their attackers were charging from.<br><br>Howling turned in to yelps of pain as the great dogs came lurching out, lit by a preternatural flame that could not be extinguished by simple means. <br><br>Crouching low, he scooped Anara up in to his arms, tossing her on to his back. “Hold on!” he yelled, his eyes still glowing hot embers as he began to run at a blistering speed, his feet leaving scorch marks on the dead leaves and grass under his feet. <br><br>Having lost their attackers, at least for the moment, Ezer slowed. “Focus on your ankle, Anara. Heal yourself. I won’t be able to sustain this pace much longer.”<br><br>His breath wheezing as his muscles began to starve from oxygen, Ezer refused to stop, running for ten minutes before he simply couldn’t go on any longer, and fell to the floor of the forest, having broken out in to a glade, the river that marked the end of the Border wood visible beyond the woods.<br><br>Heaving, he rolled on to his back, placing both hands on his chest as he calmed himself, dropping in to an almost trance-like state. Anara lay next to him, although he was oblivious to her.<br><br>Forcing himself to sit upright, he gasped, once, before sighing, his muscles tingling as they gorged on much needed oxygen. <br><br>“Are you... okay?” he managed, strain written on his face. He had expelled an enormous amount of energy, and his body was suffering from a withdrawl that could prove his undoing. <br><br>They were both acutely aware that the danger was still following them, although Ezer would have lost them for a while, at least. Enough to dress wounds, hopefully.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 05:33:57</strong>
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				Anara gasped as she was scooped up. Ezer never ceased to amaze her as he ran through thick and thin to get them as far away as he could from the threatening group of Darklings and beast alike. A few bumps every now and again caused her to wince in pain, but as she held onto him with nearly everything she had, she tried to focus on her ankle. Her mind and body didn't seem to want to work together; for an instance it felt like it hurt more.<br><br>Just as she was starting to worry about it, Ezer had run out of gas, gently collapsing onto the rolling patch of grass beneath them. Anara quickly sat up on her hip, her knees touching and her feet closed together, a straight arm holding her up. The woman looked over her partner, watching his chest pump for oxygen at a pace she never knew possible. She felt terrible, absolutely terrible for having done this to Ezer. She was new to this Dreaming and while she is learning, he is suffering.<br><br>Not knowing what else to do to help him, Anara simply leaned in and laid a deep set kiss on his lips. At the same time she tried to breathe a little more life into him; laying her free hand on his chest to try and ease what she thought was a searing pain from the exhertion. <br><br>"I'm fine... Just think about yourself, okay?" Anara smiled at him after breaking away. The hand that was trying to soothe him made its way down his stomach and over his crotch for a split second before moving down to her ankle that was practically beside her. Focusing deeper now, the woman felt the ligaments and tendons mend themselves properly. She kept a smile on her face all the while to ensure that Ezer didn't have to worry. "You'll have to look after yourself. Children always need a father, you know."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 06:09:52</strong>
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				Ezer smiled, after having gotten his breathing down to a more manageable, deep rhythm. Accepting Anara’s kiss, he smiled to himself, his one hand closing around the one on his chest. Closing his eyes, he chuckled as she moved her hand out of his grip, and down to his crotch.<br><br>“Of course... they do,” he said softly, his one hand moving to rest on her ankle, his eyes closing again as he checked her work. It was better than he could have done in his current state.<br><br>Sitting up with some effort, he hissed as his left leg seized up with a cramp. Growling in pain, he doubled over, his face burying in to the nape of Anara’s neck, his free hand using her thigh as support. When the pain passed, he stayed there, panting, before looking up at her. <br><br>“We need to get going, now,” he said, getting up on shaky feet. “I need you... to help me here. Take my hand,” he said, gripping her hands in his, bringing them together.<br><br>“The world is filled with energy. I need you to focus on the earth and the Motherchild, and let yourself open to it. Let the energy flow in to you. It will sustain the both of us, for a while, anyway.”<br><br>Moving forward, he pressed his body against Anara’s, his forehead against hers. Squeezing her hand, he breathed, before falling in to the world with Anara, feeling her spirit caress his as it immersed itself in the Dreaming, feeding on the very fabric of creation itself. <br><br>The feeling was a thousand times more intense than Ezer’s teasing or anything else Anara could remember, and as it flooded over her body, revitalizing the both of them, she would feel every nerve end in her body light on fire, until it subsided, and they were left in the same glade. <br><br>Breathing quietly, Ezer opened his eyes to see Anara starring at him. Smiling, he kissed her lightly, before letting go of her hands, drawing his blade. Turning, he regarded the lone woman (http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/060/d/4/Black_Athena_II_by_StandAlone_Complex.jpg) in the glade, a lustrous aura emanating from her.<br><br>Her beauty was of an older kind, filled with promise of unimaginable lust if you obeyed her, and excruciating pain if you opposed her. She wore a black armoured corset-piece, thigh high greaves, and gauntlets, her porcelain like skin contrasting with the black armour. Her hair was long and wild, a dull blue shade, as her steely gaze watched the two.<br><br>“You have bested my kin,” she said, her voice as cold as her gaze, “scattered the dogs throughout the wood, and sent the goblins running. Only my orcs follow me now, and even they are wary of you two Sigilbearers.”<br><br>“You are no Darkling,” Ezer growled, his grip on his blade tightening as he positioned himself between the beautifully dangerous woman and Anara, the two women like night and day. <br><br>The woman smiled, almost sadly. “No, I am not Darkling, although they accept me as their own. I am of a more sophisticated lineage, Ezer Saintbringer.”<br><br>The utterance of his name chilled Ezer’s blood. “How...?”<br><br>“I know because I must. I was tasked with a mission to accomplish; stop the Sigilbearers fleeing South. You were too quick for my sister to catch you in Ekos. Fortunately, I had more at my disposal than she did.”<br><br>The woman moved toward them, almost gliding with her ease of step, to close the distance between Ezer and Anara and herself to no more than five feet. <br><br>She smiled again, strangely at odds with the rest of her bearing. “You have proven far more resourceful than had been anticipated, but I am prepared.”<br><br>A flash of her hand sent a shimmering of dust hovering over the both of them, and before either Anara or Ezer could react, they were both seized with an intense, burning need in the very pits of their souls. <br><br>Smiling to herself, the woman bent over, cupping Ezer’s chin, and kissed him. Ezer froze as his eyes flew open and he began to shiver. Breaking her hold on him, she sauntered to Anara, who was practically panting. <br><br>“You are a lovely thing,” the woman said, before bending over again, kissing Anara now, who’s reaction was very similar to Ezer’s.<br><br>Running a hand through Anara’s dishevelled blonde locks, she cocked her head, kneeling in front of her. “Tell me what you want, child, and I will give it to you.” <br><br>“N-nooo!” Ezer managed behind clenched teeth, his body lurching as he tried to fight the intense need to surrender himself and take Anara, there in the glade, the woman standing and watching as they satiated themselves. <br><br>“Don’t listen to him, listen to me,” she whispered, looking Anara in the eye. Her one thumb brushed over Anara’s slightly parted lips. “Tell me what you need, so I can give it to you.” Leaning in, she kissed Anara again, the intensity on a purely magical level as the woman moulded the two to her designs. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 06:38:35</strong>
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				Every moment was something new with Ezer, and as terrible a teacher he was (in the sense that one of his lessons was for her to resist temptation and focus on a rather mundane task), he introduced her to this world in a way that no one else really could. Anara loved him for that, but not in the sort of love that you give to your family, or your life mate. He was a good friend. A wonderful friend.<br><br>Despite labeling Ezer as such, the two held hands and embraced each other as long time lovers. Granted, the both were not in the best of shapes, to which the male of the two gladly changed while teaching her how to submit yourself to the Dreaming and all of its possibilities. Returning to reality, Anara felt something was much different than when they had left, turning her head to the side to be greeted by a rather... peculiar sight.<br><br>It was a woman that struck Anara as beautiful, if it were not for the menacing glare in her eyes and the malicious grin on her ace. She spoke in a sort of riddle, challenging the two to think beyond the three of them, but at the same time, putting the spotlight on Ezer. This woman knew the two of them, but they didn't know her. That very fact gave Anara what she felt was the right to draw her blade out, slashing it in the air to signify that she wasn't going to make this easy.<br><br>Anara was caught off guard by the woman mentioning Ezer's entire name. He seemed to be just as puzzled by this. As his lover was taking the few strides to step up beside them, they were in a cloud of dust. The younger Sigilbearer staggered backward and then let out a sharp cry. Her heart raced, her soul crying out for someone to touch her in ways she could only dream of. <br><br>The girl watched on as their assailant casually walked up to Ezer, kissing him with utmost intent. At first Anara was jealous; wanted to drive her blade into the woman's heart and end this silly game. She couldn't force herself to move, however and even still, she dropped her weapon somewhere in the glade. Now standing a good fifteen feet from Ezer, the woman walked over to Anara, laying a cool but gentle hand on her face, urging her up to her feet.<br><br>The dark woman looked at Anara in a strange, loving way. It would have been akin to the way a mother was pleased with her daughter, if not for the lustful look in her eyes. In a moment, the two shared a kiss that shattered Anara's perception of this woman. The younger of the two wanted nothing more than to submit, to feel those lips again while begging to be touched. Ezer's cries of protest were unheard to Anara, she simply stared at the masterpiece in front of her, drinking it all in. <br><br>"I... I want to be with you," Anara replied, her eyes a dull gray when she looked from the writhing Ezer to the mystical woman. "I want to be yours." She laid her hands on either side of the woman's waist, resting the one side of her face to the woman's opposite. She was infatuated with this woman, but didn't understand it. She didn't want to. Then they kissed again and Anara arched her back in pure ecstasy, falling to her knees but gripping onto one leg of the woman. <br><br>The young sigil bearer panted heavily. Her body wanting to rid itself of these bonds and lay naked beside this woman. Her mind wanted to ravish this newcomer, to make her feel pleasure that only Anara can give. Despite these intense emotions, there was no moving that could be done. Anara could only look up and say she wanted to be with her and then look over at Ezer who was struggling to keep his sanity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 06:59:52</strong>
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				The woman smiled, stroking Anara’s cheek as the woman panted and begged for her, wrapping her arms around Anara’s slender waist, holding the girl to her. “And I want to be with you,” she whispered in to Anara’s ear, her hands falling to Anara’s hips, gently pushing down her shorts, revealing the blonde’s pussy lips.<br><br>As Anara hugged the woman’s leg, the woman smiled sweetly. “I’ll be with you soon, my dear.” <br><br>Gently prying Anara’s arms off of her leg, she sauntered over to Ezer, who was quietly shivering on the ground, his eyes clouded over. “Oh, Ezer, why are you resisting it? Surrender to the feeling.”<br><br>Falling to her knees beside the man, she let a hand rest on one his shoulder, rubbing it softly as she pulled him in to her arms. “I can make you feel so good,” she breathed, kissing him deeply.<br><br>Ezer couldn’t resist. He was too weak, even after the Motherchild ritual. As the woman’s kiss deepened, he began to succumb to the intense need, and he held her back, his one hand running through her blue hair.<br><br>Laughing at her victory, the woman let her free hand move to Ezer’s crotch, her gauntleted hand gripping his cock through his pants. “Surrender yourself.”<br><br>“Yes.” It was a strangled cry, more of a gasp, as Ezer let go of the woman, his hands shaking as he shucked his pants off, revealing his strained member to the cool forest air.<br><br>“Ah ah, not yet, love,” the woman cooed, kissing him once more, before she stood up and turned to see Anara, panting on the grass. <br><br>“Come here, my child, let me take you,” she beckoned as she unclasped the cloak shrouding her body, revealing her figure in all its glory. <br><br>Her gauntlets were next, which she got off just in time to embrace Anara. “Untie me, would you?” she asked, turning her back to the young woman, showing clasps and strings holding the corset together. <br><br>Ezer, at the woman’s feet, kissed along the portion of skin above her leggings, his hands caressing her as she moaned. “Yes, my loves, that’s it. Let me pleasure you, set you free.”<br><br>Catching her corset as it fell from her, the woman tossed the last garment aside, revealing her naked body, her pert breasts, equal in size to Anara’s, with dusky nipples standing at attention, and a slick cunt, a small strip of blue hair trimmed above her clit hood.<br><br>Immediately Ezer dove in, lovingly caressing her pussy with his tongue and lips, causing the woman to clutch his head to her. “Yes! That’s it! That’s it!” she cried, turning to capture Anara’s lips with hers.<br><br>“Love me, child. Love me like you need to.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 05:28:07</strong>
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				Anara felt a longing for the woman when she strolled over to Ezer. Her little shorts being around her ankles meant very little in comparison to how deeply she wished that the dark woman would just turn back around and kiss Anara again. The Sigilbearer wanted so desperately to follow, but with the simple promise of returning, she stayed put.<br><br>There was little understanding why Anara felt the way she did about this woman, but on the other hand, there really wasn't an questioning of it. There was simply a desperate urge to touch every inch of her, discover the woman for everything she is. Watching the woman tease Ezer and strip naked with her help, Anara was keen on pleasing her to the best of her ability.<br><br>Hearing the dark woman's cry of pleasure at the hands (or tongue) of Ezer caused a strange sense of jealousy in Anara. Five minutes ago they were practically in love with each other and now the two were blindly having sex with this woman beyond their own control. These thoughts never occurred to the Sigilbearer, however, as she leaned in for a kiss with the naked woman in front of her. <br><br>Anara's tongue twirled this way in that with the other woman's. She tasted sweet. There was no getting over how wonderful this kiss was. Anara's hands didn't know what to do at this point, the both of them running along the woman's back before settling on both of her breasts. The blonde kneaded the fleshy orbs before focusing more on the sensitive buds that crowned them. Eventually the (most likely) younger of the two broke off the kiss, adding her lips and tongue to the earlier equation. <br><br>"I love you. I love you so much. I don't want this to end," Anara said between licks; her voice strangely robotic. She switched between breasts frequently, her mind focused only on the woman in front of her even though she herself was clearly aroused. The blonde's own nipples ached to be touched while her own little sex almost literally cried for attention. It didn't matter, though, as the only thing that did was pleasing the newcomer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 05:59:51</strong>
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				Korinna, the woman, panted as she let her body revel in the attentions of the two Sigilbearers. “Yes, my loves, you are doing so well.” <br><br>Her one hand gripping Ezer’s hair as she held him to her snatch, her hips grinding against his face, she let out a breathy moan as Anara brought her nipples to the young blonde’s mouth, quickly hardening at the skilful attentions of the girl.<br><br>Her other hand had travelled to Anara’s drooling cunt, Korinna giggling as she felt the blonde’s pussy practically drool with need, the woman unceremoniously slipped three fingers in to the blonde, slipping in and out of her cunt with ease, angling her palm to grind against Anara’s clit.<br><br>Gasping as Ezer caught the woman’s clit in between his teeth, she cried in a little orgasm, pulling Ezer up to his feet, kissing him hard, tasting herself on his lips. Pushing the man away, she brought Anara’s lips to meet hers for another kiss, before pushing the blonde down on to her knees. <br><br>As if angling herself for Anara to eat her out, Korinna moved down on to her own knees, pressing her body to Anara’s as she kissed her neck, pushing the girl down on to her back. On her hands and knees above Anara, Korinna smiled, before dipping down to kiss the blonde’s pert left nipple, before letting her body come to rest on hers, their hot cunts pressed together.<br><br>Letting a hand run along Anara’s cheek, Korinna smiled softly, before kissing the girl with a hunger as she began to undulate against Anara’s dipping pussy, her free hand groping for Ezer, who hastily knelt down on his knees beside the two women.<br><br>Her hand then travelled to Ezer’s cock, gripping it in her slender palm, stroking the member to life.<br><br>“Look, Anara. Look at this amazing man,” she breathed as she broke their long kiss. Looking to Ezer’s cock, she had to bite the bottom of her lip. “He can do so much for us with this.”<br><br>Leaning to the side, she gave the glistening head a soft kiss, causing it to lurch. Laughing, the woman went back to Anara.<br><br>“He’s our toy to play with tonight, Anara. What shall we do first?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 06:18:09</strong>
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				This whole instance seemed like a blur. Everything was moving so quickly, but at the same time, every touch lingered for far too long. Anara felt like she had cum into Korinna's hand three times as she stood there, the intensity of each touch beyond any sense. This 'spell' had the blonde by every nerve, her body eager to be toyed with. <br><br>Without even realizing that it had happened, Anara was now on the ground. She was kissing Korinna while their pussies rolled against each other so wonderfully. There was no controlling the moans that were being forced into the dark woman's mouth; their only escape being when Korinna broke away to ask the blonde a question.<br><br>"I want to see Ezer cum. I want his seed all over me." Anara gently pushed Korinna off of her, the hunger deep set within the young woman to sate. Much like she did on the airship, the Sigilbearer lapped up the pre-cum that was undoubtedly on her lover's tip before taking the entire length in one fell swoop. <br><br>Korinna could only smile as the two of them fell deeper and deeper into her spell. Her sister was always more inclined for the brutal approach when all it really needed was a soft touch. This alone proved how easy it was to manipulate man and their desires. <br><br>Anara was a little overzealous in her pleasuring of Ezer. She had to back off as she was beginning to gag on his impressive size. The dark woman took advantage of the situation and went in herself, though she avoided taking him in completely. Anara didn't like the idea of having to watch the two go at it as much as Korinna did, having to occupy her time with licking gently on Ezer's testicles through his sac, occasionally turning her head to lay a few kisses along the underside of his cock. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 06:44:52</strong>
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				Korinna laughed with delight as she was gently pushed off of Anara, the young blonde diving down on Ezer’s cock, the two moaning, Ezer’s hips tensing, forcing more of him down Anara’s throat. <br><br>“Patience, love,” Korinna sighed, her one hand running along Anara’s back as she nipped at her the blonde’s shoulder, stealing Ezer away from her when she pulled back to breathe and settle herself. The woman was much more leisurely as she ran her tongue along Ezer’s shaft like a lollipop, only letting him sink down her throat for short bursts.<br><br>Ezer himself wasn’t speaking or doing much. He was sitting there, his knees tense as he breathed heavily. <br><br>Pulling away from Ezer’s cock, Korinna allowed Anara to dive back down, Korinna crawling down to where the woman’s ass stuck out in to the air. Gripping her round, firm cheeks, she spread them, revealing the blonde’s glistening lips, diving in to lap at her juices.<br><br>As Ezer began to climb toward climax, he grew quieter and quieter, as if being drawn within himself. And, when he was on the verge of cumming, he broke from the imposed revelry. <br><br>Gripping Anara, he pulled her off his cock, tossing her to the ground, as he leapt at Korinna, caught off guard by Ezer’s sudden burst. His foot, still clad in his heavy boots, collided with her jaw, snapping the woman’s head back as she was flung on to the ground. And with that instant, any control she still held was shattered along with her jaw. <br><br>Running to Anara, he hoisted her on to her feet, slapping her hard across the face, seeing the stunned, groggy look still lingering on her face. “Come!” he ordered, picking up his blade, before dashing off toward the river, marking the border of the Darkling’s power, and their salvation.<br><br>Korinna, stunned, rubbing her jaw, screamed in anger, a host of bronze-skinned men appearing from the shadows of the forests. They were all riddled with scars, and bore a protruding lower jaw and pupiless eyes. <br><br>The lead, holding himself with more nobility than his brethren, was by his Mistress’ side in an instant. <br><br>“After them!” she managed, and the Orc, Musa, and his men were off, weaving through the winds with a sure foot and speed unmatched by anything else in the wood.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 07:02:59</strong>
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				Anara couldn't wish to be anywhere else. Her strong, chiseled lover in front of him, squirming underneath the attention she was giving him. Korinna, a mystic woman who virtually appeared from nowhere was licking away at her folds. She could feel that Ezer was close to cumming and she was just about ready to pull away and let his spunk trickle down her body from her chin, only to have reality of the whole situation set in.<br><br>The young Sigilbearer's mind became completely clear a few moments later. She wasn't sure what happened in between, but her vision was a little blurry; all she could make out was Ezer's frame, a slight look of concern on his face before he yelled at her to smarten up. Shaking her head, Anara's sight coming back into focus. Following Ezer, she made sure to have a gust of wind collect her things and return them to her before running toward the river. Having her shorts, tunic, and sword in her arms as she ran wasn't the easiest of things, but it was definitely necessary.<br><br>Dashing at full speed, Anara leapt toward the river. With a sure hold of the things in her hand, the Sigilbearer thought deeply about another gust of wind that helped her across the cold formation of water. She didn't even have time to think about how well Ezer was doing, as an arrow rid the girl of a few strands of hair before crashing into a tree. She continued to run until her body wouldn't let her anymore - the strain of casting and running for one's life taking its toll.<br><br>"Ezer?" Anara questioned between pants and whines. The young woman lazily rummaged through her pile of things for her shorts to hid her still very much aroused sex from the rest of the world. "What happened back there? Everything's a blur."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 07:18:25</strong>
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				Across the river and out of site of Korinna and her Orcs, Ezer lay on the grassy hill they rested on. He had put his pants on, but was exhausted from the built up exertion of the day.<br><br>“She... hypnotised us. She used our arousal against us,” he said after a moment, looking to Anara, who was somewhere behind his prostrate form. “We’re lucky we got out.”<br><br>But how? Ezer couldn’t remember breaking the spell himself, but there was no one else with them. It worried him. <br><br>Hissing in pain as he rose to his feet, he shuffled over to Anara, wrapping his arms around her slender frame, holding her against him. <br><br>“We need to get to Steigart. We’re completely out in the open here, and I have no doubt that woman will have her dogs hunting for us,” he whispered, his face buried in Anara’s blonde hair. <br><br>Lifting his blade and sheathing it, he sighed. He had left his shirt back in the forest, and it was getting cold. “We should be able to get there while the Moon’s still rising.”<br><br>Turning to the direction of the city, which was at the mouth of the river they had crossed and could actually be seen on the far horizon, straddling the river and wreathed by gently sloping hills, Ezer began the trek, grim in demeanour as he lingered on the half-remembered events of the forest glade. He was only vaguely aware of Anara’s close proximity to him, walking almost on his heels as she followed him. <br><br>He was silent for the entirety of the walk, one hand closed over the hilt of his blade the entire time. He didn’t relax his shoulders until they had reached the gates of Steigart, which remained open in peace times. <br><br>At that point, he let his arms fall to his side, letting out a sigh that he had been holding since they had crashed. <br><br>“Steigart,” he muttered to Anara, trudging through the gate on to the emptying cobblestone road. The Inns were always cloistered around the town gates and the market, and it took no more than a few minutes of searching to find one. <br><br>He did not speak to Anara until they had entered their room, which was a paltry sized space with a lone bed. It was all Ezer could afford. He had not had time to bring money with him on this sudden flee to the Crystal City. <br><br>As soon as he had ensured the door was locked, he dropped his blade and scooped Anara up in his arms, the both of them collapsing on to the bed in exhaustion, Ezer almost protectively holding her to him. <br><br>“Are you alright?” he asked, at last. It was a question he had been wanting to ask for ever since they had escaped Korinna.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 20:45:39</strong>
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				Anara didn't know how to take the news that they were hypnotized. It just felt so much more than something so silly such as that. She managed to only get her shorts on as Ezer was eager to move to Steigart, which the blonde understood completely. It was simply a matter of getting dressed on the stride, which was not always so easy when you were aroused as much as you were a few moments ago and then thrust into the middle of a mad dash.<br><br>Wordlessly, as it would seem, the two of them made their way into Steigart. The city didn't seem to be as luxurious as Ekos, but it being on the coast, it would only seem fitting that this city was more known for its functionality than its beauty. It wasn't the worst that young Anara had seen, but definitely not the best.<br><br>Stepping into the inn and then the room that Ezer had found for them, Anara rid herself of her gloves, sword, and her knee-high boots before being scooped up by her partner. "I'm fine, Ezer..." Anara whispered softly, not wanting to leave his embrace. It was so strange how things can turn so quickly. He would never stop being annoying at times, but this man definitely had a heart... and Anara wanted to be sure that she was a part of it. <br><br>Anara noticed that Ezer had a slight limp in one of his legs. She sat up from where they lay on the bed, lightly forcing her partner onto his back so she could look to see if he was straining to keep the limb straight. The girl didn't want to say anything about it; not wanting to tarnish his manhood by asking if he needed her attention, but instead just laid a soft hand on his thigh while looking at him with genuine concern. Instead...<br><br>"You really don't have to worry about me so much. It makes me seem high maintenance - you don't want your friends to think you have a needy girlfriend, do you?" Anara had a cheeky smile on her face. If he took her for joking, she would have no problems with it. If not, well... it would be his actions that determined how the rest of their time spent together would be. Hopefully, it just wouldn't be awkward.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 21:15:53</strong>
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				Ezer chuffed with laughter. “My family is known throughout the northern continent, Anara. A Saintsinger isn’t allowed to have friends. He has servants, comrades, masters, and retainers, but he doesn’t have friends.”<br><br>Pushing himself upright on the bed, he moved so he was leaning against the simple wooden headboard, looking at Anara, perched on the sliver of space beside his left hip. “But you’ve only been a Sigilbearer for one week. Most never go through what you have today.”<br><br>Placing his hand over hers, he gently squeezed. “The Baron entrusted <em>both</em> of us with bringing forewarning to the Crystal City. For that simple fact I must keep you safe, but <em>I</em> don’t want to see you in hurt either.<br><br>“I’m very protective with the women in my life,” he added. “Just ask my mother, she’d testify to that.”<br><br>Closing his eyes, Ezer groaned as he tried to get comfortable in the tiny bed. “I overdid it today. I feel like a bag of stones tossed down a mountain side.<br><br>“Mind helping me get the kinks out?” he asked with a lopsided grin, before turning over so he lay on his stomach, the muscles of his back bunched and knotted from the exertions of the day. “You rub my back, I rub yours.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 21:30:11</strong>
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				"It is good to be working with you, comrade." Anara replied with a smile. He never went back to her comment about being a girlfriend and maybe at this point in their lives, that would be for the best. She could only hope that nothing terrible happens to either of them in the near future so that she can see just how this will play out. His mentioning of just how well he looked after each and every woman in his life could, perhaps, be taken as a coy play on living up to 'boyfriend duties', but there was little point in reading up on it.<br><br>Anara watched him sit up and turn himself around either which way until he was on his stomach on their relatively small bed. 'Strange... our bed...' she thought to herself as she essentially mounted him. There was nothing sexual in her running her relatively small hands along his muscular backside, feeling for all the knots, all the tense muscles that made up his strong core. She moved her hands up to his shoulders to start, digging her palms into them. Gently at first, naturally, but at his behest, the blonde went in a little further.<br><br>"Just let me know when you want me to move on, okay?" Anara asked, her voice a little husky as she spoke. There was definitely a little more to their relationship now than at the start. It scared her a little just how quickly it was moving around, but having sex on the airship within half a day of knowing one another tended to accelerate things. She didn't mind, in truth. Not as much as she thought she would, anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 21:53:05</strong>
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				Ezer let out a huge sigh as his body went limp, letting Anara’s hands work the knots in his back. He simply lay there for a long moment, relishing in her ministrations, as she slowly worked down his back, until she was massaging his lower back of all the tightness. By the time she had asked him if he wanted her to move on, he was on the verge of sleep. <br><br>“Hmm, go ahead,” he breathed, resting his head in his arms. Where Anara had thoughts and doubts about her and Ezer’s relationship, Ezer was complacent. He was not one to over think the situations he found himself in.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 22:20:08</strong>
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				Anara had run out of space to massage on his back. She had made her hands warm to the touch thanks to her sigil; adding that nice, soothing heat that helped her work in Ezer's defined muscles. Hearing him on the verge of sleep by the end of the massage made her smile. It was nice to know that she was doing something genuinely kind for him and she was okay with having nothing in return. <br><br>When she was satisfied with her work, Anara's adrenaline gave out and was replaced with pure exhaustion. Just looking at the pillow beside Ezer's head made her eyes droopy. Looking at her tunic and shorts, she frowned at how uncomfortable it would be to sleep in. Judging from Ezer's personality, he may do something silly like distract her from sleep by bombarding her nerves with oh-so-wonderful waves of pleasure. Not wanting to bother with anything remotely sexy, the blonde closed her eyes, waved a finger just for the hell of it to turn her tunic into a far more supportive bra. That seemed to take the last bit of energy from her as she plopped down beside Ezer, an arm draped around him.<br><br>"Night, Ezer!" Anara said in a faux-cheerul voice. She didn't want to let on that she was absolutely exhausted, but even if he asked her to massage his legs or something, she'd simply refuse. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 23:10:23</strong>
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				Ezer’s response was a snorting sound as his unconscious body shifted. He had fallen asleep, even before she had finished massaging him. The two of them slept like the dead that night. <br><br>They awoke late in the morning the next day from the busy sounds of a popular harbour in full swing. Sometime through the night, Ezer had turned on his side, and had let an arm drape over Anara. When he woke in the morning, he found his morning glory pressed between Anara’s ass and his pelvis, and his hand that was draped over her stomach was palming a breast.<br><br>Not completely awake, instinct took him as he squeezed that breast and shifted his hips, grinding his member against Anara’s backside while he slowly returned to the conscious world. <br><br>Slowly, he realized what he was doing, and reluctantly pulled back, letting go of Anara’s breast and freeing his clothed member from the snug fit of her ass cheeks. <br><br>“Mornin’,” he said shortly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he sat up in the bed, looking at the early sunlight flooding their window. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 23:39:48</strong>
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				Anara's dreams were filled with a peculiar lust. Her mind running through the events of the last day or so and despite the dangers and the lessons, the only things that really stood out were the sensual acts. Fucking Ezer was at the top of her list, though the scenery of the airship was replaced with something along the lines of a large heart shaped bed; sheets made of red velvet; candles that dimly lit the spacious room, and music that did all the muttering of sweet nothings for them. She could feel Ezer taking her from behind, her breasts gently caressed by his large, war forged hands. The young Sigilbearer could feel his breath on her ear, his lips parting as if to tell her a deep secret. <br><br>The blonde's eyes shot open at the sound of a snort, quickly followed by a few grumbles. The spacious bed was replaced by a rickety double and brown walls that could use a touch-up. His hand on her breast and his manhood pressing into her backside were very much true, even the slight dampness between her legs could attest to that. Anara could only sigh as her dreams, once again, proved to be untrue, turning over to face her lover just to be sure it was him and that she was not dreaming within a dream. <br><br>She spent a moment looking him over, admiring him in the sunlight that gently came in through the window. His eyes looked really nice in this light. "Morning." Anara really didn't have the motivation to move from where she lay right now. Her muscles were still a little sore from all of the running that was done the night before and her mind told her to go back to her dream and let Ezer have his way with her. Meeting her mind halfway, she lazily toyed around with his stiff cock, being sure not to spend too much time on the tip as it was fairly sensitive, even through the cloth. <br><br>"So... I guess we have to figure out how to get to Uthragart. Is there a sort of airship dock that we can get to in hopes of booking passage?" Anara still had a hand rolling over Ezer's manhood as she asked him a rather serious question. She wasn't expecting to have him fuck her here in this shoddy inn room, but she wouldn't be opposed, either. "The sooner the better, yeah?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 23:59:14</strong>
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				“Hmm, no money for an airship,” Ezer said with a slight smile on his face. “We’ll have to go by sea, around the Jut Peninsula to Uthurgart. That’ll take four days on a fast seaship.” <br><br>Propped up on his one arm, looking down at Anara, he couldn’t resist letting his free hand go to her bra, tapping it once, the clasp springing open and the bra falling to the space between them. His hand quickly replaced it as he cupped a heavy breast, palming it as she herself played with his stiff cock.<br><br>“What’s an hour on a four day trip?” he asked, as he rolled her on to his back, following her so he was pinning her to the bed. His cock pressed up against her clothed snatch as his lips descended on hers, one hand supporting some of his weight while his other continued to play with her tit. <br><br>“I get really excited in the mornings,” he breathed, nipping at her jaw as his hand left her tit to travel to the hem of his pants, gripping it and pushing it down to free his hard cock. He tried to pull her own shorts down, but they proved too tight to do so with one hand. <br><br>“Are you gonna let me in?” he groaned as he let his bare cock head press against her clothed slit, digging in to her as far as her shorts would let him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 22:31:46</strong>
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				Anara quirked a brow at the news that they were going to have to take a boat all the way around to Uthurgart. "Let me guess... half a day on a crummy old airship?"<br><br>Seemed like she was never going to get her answer, though, as Ezer shifted the both of them around so she was on her back and he was essentially half laying on top of her. It was clear as day that he was raring to go and Anara didn't mind one bit. Her nipples didn't even have time to react to the cool air as her lover's hand cupped one of them with a large hand. <br><br>"I can tell you're excited..." Anara started, her hand still rolling over the tip of his cock as best she could with the space allowed. Eventually Ezer wanted a little more and pressed his manhood against her sex, causing the smaller blonde girl to moan out at the contact. The hand that was previously toying with him was now pressing against the button that kept her shorts onto her hips. She managed to shuffle the article of clothing down to her knees and could only hope that Ezer would help himself. <br><br>"If you're going to make me go on a boat, you better make love to me like you never had before! I'm not a fan of them." Anara's smirk twisted from a sultry, sexy one to more of a silly smile. That quickly changed when Ezer's hand tightened its grip around her one tit, making Anara bite her bottom lip in response. "You're doing well so far."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 22:57:35</strong>
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				Ezer grinned. “Can you now?” he asked as he tensed his hips, his cock digging in to her pussy. “I seem to be having an effect on you.”<br><br>Latching his lips on to Anara’s neck, he hissed as he felt his cock head suddenly come in to contact with her bared slit. <br><br>“I think I can manage that. We’ll be confined to the cabin for the most part, anyway.” Pushing forward, he slowly sank himself in to Anara’s clutching cunt, groaning as he felt her wet warmth envelop him. “We can use it to better get used to each other.”<br><br>Letting his body fall on top of her, Ezer began to lurch forward, pushing his thick cock in and out of Anara, his arms wrapping around her back, holding her to him as they began to fuck
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 23:10:37</strong>
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				Anara's eyes practically rolled to the back of her head when Ezer clamped his lips onto her neck. He was confident that that was one of her more sensitive areas - her moans and groans did well to confirm that.<br><br>"W-we... I look forward to getting used to your cock buried deep inside of me." Anara had a little trouble getting the words out. There was a slight pain with Ezer's manhood slowly disappearing inside of her, but ultimately there was pleasure when he took her in her arms and started to get into a rhythm. She hoped that her naughty talking would be something he could get used to, too. Her mind was more into this fuck session than the first. She was desperately in need of cumming on the airship after his ridiculous trickery in arousal. Not that she minded, truly, but here was something a little more sensual. That's what she wanted to think, anyway.<br><br>Anara's hips starting to rock with Ezer's, thrusting in unison with him to allow his cock to reach deeper into her warm, tight cunny. She didn't care for the other patrons in the inn; her moans just a tad louder than normal talking voices. For a little while, the young blonde could keep up with Ezer but eventually she let herself go and fell back onto the bed. Her hands gripped at either of her breasts; her nipples caught between her middle and index fingers as she did so. "Oooh, fuck, Ezer. Fuck me harder!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 23:22:52</strong>
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				“I’ll make sure to indulge you, then,” Ezer groaned as his rocking hips increased in power, their bodies entwined with each other as he kissed Anara hard on the lips. The feeling was wondrous. Her athletic body had translated to a tight, masterfully clenching pussy for Ezer’s cock to explore.<br><br>As they both surrendered to the mutual lust they held, they began to seriously fuck. Ezer’s hips reeled back in a quick, strong rhythm, thrusting back in to her pussy at the apex of each reeling motion, the sound of skin slapping together matching the sounds of Anara’s moaning and Ezer’s growling, grunting need.<br><br>As Anara simply let herself be taken, Ezer broke back, lifting his torso off of Anara with his two arms, supporting his weight on his feet, throwing his entire bulk in to each of his thrusts as their bed began to creak in time with each of his thrusts.<br><br>Where Anara was a very vocal lover, Ezer was more serious. He didn’t indulge in dirty words, but he thrilled when he heard them come from this nubile girl. <br><br>Sweat glistening on their bodies, Ezer breathed hard, his chest swelling with each gust of air he inhaled. His muscles tensed as they supported Ezer’s weight and thrusts. <br><br>Needing to feel her cum around his cock, Ezer shifted his weight to one hand, his free knocking away her hand playing with her left nipple. He gripped it between his fingers and began to pull and twist it in time with his thrusts, playing with it without regard to her own possible want. <br><br>“Cum, Anara. Cum around my cock,” he groaned, dipping his head down to shove his tongue down her throat, kissing her with a need as his hips slapped against hers, his heavy nuts slapping against the lower slopes of her beautiful, tight ass as he did so. <br><br>“Cum hard and I’ll cum too."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 07:19:34</strong>
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				Ezer was not a lover, it would seem. His pace and force were something that one would solely for pleasure. In a sense, that was all Anara wanted, but it made her think about how often he would have done such a thing. Sure, there probably weren't that many attractive, relatively young woman entering the ranks of the Sigilbearers to be guided on some journey of merit and mastering the art, but with his looks, he had to have swooned a girl or two in Ekos. Whatever. There was no point reading into it. This was fucking and the two of them clearly enjoyed every second of it.<br><br>Anara involuntarily was pushed up against the headboard of their creaky bed. The hand that was pushed away from her own breast was now helping her keep most of her body up as well as push back against Ezer for that extra pressure. The little blonde couldn't keep this up forever, though, as her body was telling her to simply release.<br><br>When Ezer seemed to oblige in her dirty talk by asking her to cum, Anara felt her arousal jump tenfold. She practically screamed at his request, her hands gripping at her bare breast and the one that Ezer had a hold of and squeezed with everything she had. Her legs wrapped around him and held him there. Anara was on the verge of screaming aloud again until her lover made sure to shut her up with a messy, but deep kiss. <br><br>That was it. Anara used Ezer's mouth to stifle her moans as she came hard. Her body stopped, tensing up entirely as waves upon waves of pleasure coursed through her. Her pussy, however, twitched and tensed around the cock that was as deep inside of her as it could be. With fucking him for the better part of an hour, her sex was as sensitive as it was ever going to be and she wanted to feel him cum inside of her so badly. She did so wordlessly, though, letting her eyes do most of the talking.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 08:04:52</strong>
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				Ezer’s well timed thrusts began to break down in to base rutting by the time Anara screamed around him, her cunt clamping down on his pistoning cock, throwing him off balance. By the time she reached the apex of her climax, his cock was stuck inside of her, unable to pull out or push forward until her vaginal muscles relaxed.<br><br>With the ebbing of her climax came Ezer’s own. It was as if he had purposely waited until she was more conscious of his cock blowing its creamy white load in to her clenching, desperate womb, painting her slick walls, as she was quiet and whimpering as he hissed, his hips lurching deeper and deeper in to her cunt, spewing globs of mancream until, with a final strain, he finished.<br><br>Collapsing on top of Anara, he breathed in their sex, Ezer laughed, reluctant to pull out until his cock had deflated, slipping out of Anara. Rolling on to his back with reluctance, he stood and gathered his clothes.<br><br>“We’ve gotta get going,” he said simply, giving her a smile. “We’ll need to get a jump on chartering a seaship.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 19:19:30</strong>
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				Anara twitched as she felt every rope of Ezer's cum line the walls of her hot little pussy. There was no sudden release of magic this time and the young woman almost preferred it that way. It felt all the more real. Intimate, if you would. <br><br>Watching Ezer let himself reach his own climax and practically collapse as a result gave Anara that satisfied feeling. It made her feel accomplished to have helped her man reach that last step in ecstasy. Just when he stood up and told her that it may just be a good idea to get ready to go, she was just about recovered from their morning quickie. The thought of potentially repeating this 'ritual' on the ship crossed her mind and for the life of her she couldn't get rid of the smile.<br><br>Though she wished she had something a little more trustworthy, Anara had to settle with wiping up with the sheets that they had slept with. A little help from her sigil made sure that what she used was as sanitary as can be. Using her outfit from yesterday, the thigh guard incuded, the blonde fashioned up the armour that she had worn when the two Sigilbearers first met. The only difference this time was that her flimsy skirt was no where to be found; her cloth panties covered up by leather shorts and metal details that were quite similar to her top in design. <br><br>Not looking back at Ezer, Anara tied her sword to her belt before saying "Don't worry, you'll be able to access 'it' anytime you like. It's just a matter of asking... and maybe the atmosphere." As if on cue, the woman opened the door to a small little crowd of people who were all staring at her. Steigart must be a pretty dull place if the sounds of an amazing fuck session were highlights of the day. She finally looked over her shoulder into the room, just to be sure there weren't any creepy kids looking through the window. <br><br>Still with that smile on her face, Anara made her way out of the inn, waving at those who were staring as she passed by. It made her wonder if the men were going to try and offer Ezer a few congratulatory handshakes as he followed her. It never occurred to her before, but aside from the dark woman in the forest, there weren't many attractive ladies that Anara has met.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Animated/cc1443f3.jpg)</div>Today was starting to look like one of those days that Anara should just bite her tongue. A young woman... no, Dreamkin, was walking rather slowly down the cobblestone pathway toward the gates. She spotted Anara and soon after Ezer. Her features lit up in excitement and her stroll turned into a light jog. The Sigilbearer admired the girl's features the closer she got to the pair. Her outfit was a little more on the 'light' side, but couldn't be any worse than Anara's. The girl was lithe, her skin pale and majestic with her face rounding off the whole package. Anara could only pin one word to the girl: Cute.<br><br>"Ezer! I knew it had to be you!" The Dreamkin cheered in glee, finishing off her jog with a big hug. "Someone told me that some hunk came into town with another girl. That wouldn't have told me anything until people started talking about a pair of newcomers screaming their lungs out while having sex. I knew it had to be you!" The young girl finally let go of Ezer, turning her attention to the armed woman beside him. "Aha! You must be Ezer's new squeeze. I'm Kaehelain Val'entha. You can just call me Kay." She offered her hand to Anara, as well as a warm smile.<br><br>The Sigilbearer could only blink in response. She wondered how Ezer could have possibly met someone so giddy and wild. She was also under the impression that most of the Dreamkin were wary of humans, especially Sigilbearers. Anara didn't want to think about it too much, cutting off her train of thought by giving the girl a warm handshake. "I'm Anara." After the two finished off their pleasantries, Anara looked up at her partner, giving him a shrug as if to say 'Okay, who is this?'
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 00:39:20</strong>
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				Ezer raised an eyebrow at the gathered Inn tenants, ears still strained to hear the ghosts of their fucking. Ignoring them, he followed Anara out in to the sunlit streets, designed for function, not aesthetics.<br><br>“Atmosphere won’t be a problem,” Ezer commented as the two stood to the side of the Inn on the strip of road designated for pedestrians, his nose flaring at the scents of a thousand different mingling odours wafting down from the wharfs district. Behind the inn, which was situated against a sharp raised cliff, there was a small, stunted plateau with the Steigart airfield, where the more well-to-do merchants and freight-haulers brought in exotic goods from far off corners of the Empire. <br><br>As they made their way down the sloping street that spilled out on to the lower city, which was sandwiched along a strip of flat land pressed against the collection of sheer cliffs and plateaus that made up the richer, leisure areas of the city, the buildings became squatter, and dirtier. Even so, it didn’t feel repugnant. These buildings weren’t in this state because of neglect, but from near continual use by the workers, artisans, tanners, and fisherman who called this district home.<br><br>As the road levelled out, signalling the true start of the wharfs district, Ezer stopped, seeing a young, vivacious woman run up to him, colliding with him as she wrapped her arms around him. After the initial shock, Ezer did the same, smiling as her strange, shimmering hair tickled his cheek. <br><br>Kaehelain Val’entha was an old friend of Ezer’s, from a good while back, when they were both juveniles. He had heard she was living in Steigart for the past few years, but never had had the time to visit his old friend.<br><br>“It’s good to see you, Kay,” Ezer said, once she had let go of him. Looking to Anara, he tried to read in to it. He didn’t think she’d be jealous, but Ezer and Kay have a long relationship, almost all of it peppered with a good pinch of sex. In fact, just thinking of their past encounters got his blood running.<br><br>To assuage Anara, he smiled to Kay as he wrapped an arm around Anara’s slender, bared waist, his hand resting on a swelled hip. <br><br>“She’s more than a ‘squeeze’, Kay. She’s a new Sigilbearer,” he stated, letting his eyes convey to his old friend that it was neither the time nor the place to discuss it further. <br><br>“We’re actually trying to get to Uthurgart, and then the Crystal City. We’re to deliver a message to the Crystal Throne on behalf of Baron Ekos,” he said, his voice quiet, hiding under the din of a busy mid-day port. If he was right, and news of Ekos’ occupation by armed forces had travelled a head of them, it should be all Kaehelain would need.<br><br>“Our airship was attacked over the Pol Arnax, and we crashed in the Border Wood. We were met with a woman who had power beyond that of a Sigilbearer,” he explained, leaning in close to Kay, so only her sensitive ears could hear. “She had Orcs and Darkling under her command, yet she was neither.”<br><br>Standing back, he let his voice rise to regular conversational levels, his serious countenance disappearing. “We’re trying to find a ship that’ll be able to get us to Uthurgart, but we’re running low on funds; enough for passage there and to the Crystal City, but nothing more.”<br><br>And then it hit him, almost like a ton of stones. “Wait... Kay, what about Nadya? Last I heard she was using Steigart as a base of operations. You heard from her recently, know if she’s in the city?” <br><br>Nadya was a mutual friend of Kay and Ezer’s. A girl never suited for rules or decorum, she was one to blaze a path for herself.&nbsp; When they were in their teens, the three had been inseparable, to the point where most of their adolescent sexual experiences had to do with the other two in some way or another. <br><br>She had run off a few years ago, leaving Kay by herself while Ezer studied in seclusion in Ekos. On a chance reunion with Nadya a year ago, though, he had learned that whatever had happened between the two women had been mended, and Nadya now stayed with Kay when she was in Steigart.<br><br>Where Kay was bubbly, carefree and fun, and Anara was determined, vocal and passionate, Nadya was the quiet, intense, take-what-you-want kind of girl, one after Ezer’s own heart. For Ezer, the past was catching up with him in an intense way.<br><br>&nbsp;His blood heated from ghost memories of Ezer screwing Nadya in his father’s study when he wasn’t around, Ezer having his way with Kay in his family’s small Elder Chapel’s confessional booth while mid-day mass was taking place, and any other number of past pleasures. The way he held on to Anara, his hand drifting over her hip to rest on her right ass cheek, you’d think he hadn’t just fucked the gorgeous blonde not thirty minutes earlier.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 04:36:18</strong>
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				"Oooh, heh, yeah..." Kay was looking dead on at Ezer's hand that managed to wrap itself around Anara's back and onto her hip. In terms of her sexuality, the Elf really didn't have many Nos in her book. For the longest time she had been playing around with Ezer and Nadya without either of them knowing of one another until Ezer went off to become a Sigilbearer. It certainly made things easier on the double life thing, but she did miss him. A little. <br><br>Without asking, mostly because she really didn't care, Kay reached over to grab Anara's right wrist. The elf deftly lifted the fingerless glove away from the the armed woman's skin, revealing what she thought was a rather intricate sigil. "Okay, good! So Ezer's not lying. Thought maybe he got some innocent girl wrapped up in this Sigilbearer business." The elf winked at Anara, which took the blonde back a bit.<br><br>Anara really didn't know what to make of this girl. She seemed nice enough, perhaps a little to comfortable too fast, but no one is this nice unless they have history. The human picked up on the look that Kay was giving the two of them and could feel that there was a slight bit of jealousy. It was far from the 'I'm going to kill you for cheating on me!' sort of jealousy. Maybe Ezer will have some explaining to do.<br><br>"Nadya..." Kay said with a finger on her little chin. "She's alright. I'm not sure what she's doing right now, though. Probably causing some trouble for the dockworkers or something. The usual." She didn't want to touch onto it too much here, lest she get into intimate details that neither of them cared to know. Well, Ezer was probably good to know - the perv. Kay was also kidding about Nadya causing trouble for people who really didn't need it - she just wanted to have a much better first impression on Anara than Nadya. <br><br>"You should have just come to my house, Ezer!" Kay said, punching him in the arm. She had to wave off the pain of the hit soon after, though, as her hand is considerably smaller than his sculpted arm. "Ow... Er, it would have saved you some of your coin. Idiot." Turning on her heel, the elf walked in the direction that she had come, now blowing on her knuckles as if it would help put feeling back into them. "Nadya will probably come home if we stick around there long enough. Come come. Bring your cute little girlfriend, too."<br><br>Anara sighed, looking up at Ezer. She really did want to know where she stood with him, but it was clear that things were... complicated. They've known each other for the better part of a couple of days, had sex twice (three times if you include a blowjob in the woods), and have slept in the same bed together. That either spells commitment, or is just a sign of 'strange' things in the air that are causing people to forget their inhibitions. Considering only the two of them have been afflicted if this happens to be something supernatural, Anara is going to believe that this is something in between friends and spouses. <br><br>"Better not keep her waiting; she might get you as hard as you were this morning." The blonde's usual smirk that accompanied her snide comments was a half-assed one. Leaving his embrace, the young Sigilbearer lightly flicked her fingers at the slowly growing erection in Ezer's pants. The sort of glazed look on his face didn't help her settle the idea that Kay and Nadya had a rather explicit history with her current love. She wasn't jealous, per se... but she did need to know if she was the best he ever had.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 05:22:06</strong>
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				Ezer’s look was one of admonishment. “I would never do such a thing,” he said, defending his ‘Shining Knight’ masculinity. <br><br>As the Elf bubbled and tittered around Anara, Ezer’s revelries went to more serious places. Nadya and Kay were good friends, and had been for a long time. They had been thick as thieves for years before they went their separate ways. Ezer was destined to be a Sigilbearer; Kay was to be a Magi of the Crystal; Nadya was meant for a life married off to a nobleman who would never be home, and would have mistresses vying for his love, where she would be his public love. Of the three of them, only she cast off that destiny. <br><br>“I wasn’t thinking, Kay. We stumbled in after dark, exhausted and battered. I found the closest Inn and took a room,” he explained to the Elf, who didn’t even stay in place long enough for him to explain. As she twirled around and started walking up the street, away from the working men and women of the wharfs, Ezer looked to see Anara giving him a look he couldn’t quite decipher.<br><br>“Is that supposed to be a good or bad thing?” he ventured, returning her smirk, for the moment. It melted away when he realized there was something on her mind, and he thought he knew what that might me. Looking to see Kay leisurely strolling away from them, he turned to Anara and tilted her chin up to meet his eyes. <br><br>“Anara, you know you’re not a piece of eye candy I’m keeping around to play with, right? I’m not going to trade you in for Kay or Nadya or anyone else,” he said, as reassuringly as he could. “I’ve got history with them, yes. I grew up with Kay and Nadya, and yes, I’ve had sex with them many times. It never got in the way of any of my relationships and they never pursued me.”<br><br>Kissing her lightly on his lips, he smiled to her before turning to catch up with Kay, holding Anara’s hand in his. Kay had a knowing smirk on her face that Ezer tried to ignore as he fell in beside her, still holding on to Anara’s hand.<br><br>“I was expecting you to be in the service of the Crystal Throne by now, Kay. What’s kept you in Steigart? Master Heirand had you penned for courtly service and a cushy room serving the Royal Families,” Ezer asked, smiling to his old friend. It was very good to see her again.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 05:52:21</strong>
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				Anara's smile seemed to shine brightly in the Steigart light. It was no confirmation if he has harbouring any true feelings for her, but she figured that it was going to be the most that she was going to get from him and she'll take it. As Ezer kissed her quickly on the lips, the blonde pulled him back for another quick one before letting her lover take the lead in catching up to Kay.<br><br>"Crystal Throne? Yeah... These things take time, you know? That, and they said I would need to take things a little more seriously." Kay turned to look at the both of them, but still walking as she was, albeit backwards now. "You should know by now that most of the mages that hold a position in the court are old coots. I just have to wait for my turn." The elf turned back to face the streets infront of them, mostly just because she accidently nudged someone. Should have seen it coming with the expression Anara gave her, as well as the outstretched arm.<br><br>"So, for now, I'm just studying what I can, staying away from the forbidden stuff, little odd jobs here and there for those who can afford it, and having my fun with Nadya in between." Kay's wink could be heard in her tone of voice. The group made their way through the busier part of town to a much more quiet, far more greener district. There were a few select shops, most pertaining to high end items such as expensive beverages and clothing. Kay pointed out her favourites as they walked along and despite her sigil allowing her to create whatever it is that she wanted, Anara made note of some of them.<br><br>Unlocking a black steel gate to a brick wall that was as high as half an Ezer, Kay gestured for the both of them to step into the courtyard. "Welcome to my home, or my "Magic Shop', really depends what day it is. I was actually on my way to collect a few goodies from the fields when you two came around. Looks like the client that wanted to have her cold go away will have to wait for the next day."<br><br>What the trio would have walked into would have been a beautiful walkway made of white stone with countless colours of flora on either side of it. The home itself was rather plain on the outside, but once Kay let them in, it was clearly a home of a mage. The first room was full of shelves, the floor dotted with piles of books, and a desk on the far end covered odd looking jars filled with equally odd looking liquids. "Be sure not to touch anything, honey," Kay said to Anara, catching the amazed look in her eyes. "Make yourselves at home in any other room; Nadya will make herself known anytime now." <br><br>Kay left the two by the doorway, herself heading for the kitchen to make something for her guests. Anara shrugged, her left hand on the hilt of her blade as she untied it and took a seat in a large leather chair in the room opposite the madness. The Sigilbearer placed the sword on her lap, looking at Ezer the entire time she got settled. "A mage... Pretty impressive. I should just use my sigil to be as wealth as Kay." She was joking, of course... but it would be nice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 06:22:52</strong>
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				Ezer laughed at Kay. She never wanted anything more than the responsibilities she had now. He highly doubted she’d go to the Throne without a direct summons. <br><br>As they walked through the city, away from the throngs of people going about their day, Ezer marvelled at the difference between Ekos and Steigart. How Ekos was designed souly for the Sigilbearers, and Steigart grew out of necessity and prosperity. <br><br>Once in the house, which was deceptively large, with two floors, Ezer had to laugh at Anara’s wonderment. Walking in the small living room behind Anara, he sighed, looking at her. <br><br>“It can’t be done. Imperium coinage is minted with a machine created by Magi. It is a closely guarded secret, and can’t be duplicated. People would simply know that the money was fake. They wouldn’t know how, but they’d know,” he explained as he walked over to Anara, sitting in a soft chair next to hers.<br><br>“If Nadya’s around, it needs to be made perfectly clear that you’re with me,” he explained as he let a hand stretch out to run along her thigh. “She’s an intense woman who doesn’t take subtlety well.”<br><br>As if on cue, a haze of red hair barrelled in to the room. Nadya, tall and built for work, was panting as she glared at Ezer and Anara, her heavy bust, larger than Anara’s, rising and falling with each deep breath. <br><br>“I knew it was you! I saw you from the Eldest-damned docks you little fucker!” she growled as she stormed in to the room fully, ignoring Anara as she practically leapt at Ezer, landing on his lap as she grabbed his face with her hands and shoved her tongue down his throat. Grinding her hips atop Ezer’s deflated cock, she grinned in to the kiss before reluctantly breaking off.<br><br>Ezer seemed dazed as Nadya accosted him, before holding out his hands to stop her from going any further, although what she wore made that very hard. <br><br>Looking down at him, red hair hanging above her shoulders, a black band tied around to stem the sweat, the pirate wore little more than a slip of material wrapped across her breasts, two thin strings tied around her neck holding the top up, and some pants that hung far too low on her hips, revealing the top of her ass and the straps of her thong.<br><br>“It’s been too fucking long, Ezer,” she groaned, feeling his cock lurch against her grinding pelvis. “Why don’t we go up to my room and fuck like rabbits like old times, ehy?”<br><br>Ezer held up another warding hand, before pointing to Anara, who was sitting beside him in her own chair. <br><br>“Oh, she can come too, sure,” Nadya grinned, looking over the athletic blonde. “Why don’t we bring Kay too and have us a good time?”<br><br>“Not now, Nadya,” Ezer said, gripping her hips and pushing her off of him. His erection was clear in his tented pants, and Nadya’s hand swiped out to whack it lightly. <br><br>“And why the fuck not?” she asked, crossing her arms below her chest, pushing them up and out. <br><br>“Because we just got here,” he said, grasping at straws. He didn’t really have a reason, but he knew it wasn’t going to happen. <br><br>“Pft, fine,” she said, flopping down in to a coach opposite Anara and Ezer. <br><br>“So why’re you here, then? I figured you’d forgotten about us,” Nadya said, clearly dejected at not being able to jump Ezer’s bones right this minute. <br><br>“I’m here because I need to get to Uthurgart and the Crystal City, and I was hoping you’d be able to get us there,” he said, bluntly. Nadya wasn’t one to pussyfoot around.<br><br>She laughed. “You want me to take you on my ship, around the Peninsula, to Uthurgart? And how do you expect to pay me?”<br><br>Ezer wasn’t laughing. “I can’t pay you much, Nadya. I was hoping you’d do it as a friend. Like old times...”<br><br>“’Like old times’, huh?” Nadya said, stroking her jaw. “When it was old times you’d be fucking me right now, Ezer. What makes you think there’s an old times now?”<br><br>“Because you’re still my friend, and I know you’re bored as shit doing regular legit work,” Ezer said.<br><br>“That’s for sure,” Nadya replied, a grin crawling on to her face. “Crystal City, you say? Haven’t been there in ages...<br><br>“Alright, I’ll take you, but I have conditions that need to be met; one, you’re going to fuck me each day, at least once; two, Kay and me get to go with you to the Crystal City.”<br><br>Ezer opened his mouth to respond, but stopped.<br><br>“You heard me. Kay and me go with you two. The men around here are all limp-dicked anyway, and we’ve both been going crazy in this city. I go with you, I figure I’ll run in to some trouble, and I get the best dick to play with, and a new pussy to try out,” she reasoned, giving Anara a predatory look. <br><br>“Those are my terms. Accept them, or try your luck with charity and see how far that gets you.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 06:44:39</strong>
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				Anara was, to say the least, mortified to meet Nadya. Her presence demanded attention. Her hair as fiery as her attitude and her clothing would seem to only serve one purpose: getting off quickly so she could bone whoever was up to it. Even though she did get a warning, the blonde was in no way prepared to have her lover pounced on by some stranger and watch the two practically dry hump each other. Well, to be fair, it was really only Nadya who was engaging in the activity, but Anara wasn't going to play around with petty details. <br><br>Listening in on the conversation, the young Sigilbearer really wondered how Ezer could have met this person. Apparently he knew her through Kay, but apparently the three have been playing around with each other for quite sometime. Whether that was the basis of their friendship or not was a question that flew out of Anara's head pretty quickly when she saw just the sort of condition that Ezer was in. His arousal was as evident as the sun representing daytime. <br><br>Kay strolled into the room with a tray of lemonade and an assortment of baked goods. Seeing Ezer's cock tenting his shorts was no big deal for her and considering all the noise that she heard when the door was swung open, she would have guessed it easily. "Nadya. You really have to learn to calm down, dear. You'll start to upset our newest friend!" The elf set the tray down in the middle of the room before taking a seat beside the 'subdued' Nadya. From here she heard of the terms that one of her oldest friends were putting on the table and could only feel terrible for Anara. <br><br>The blonde human couldn't look Nadya in the eye; she was afraid she might go berserk and splatter her blood all across the far wall. How people going about spewing nonsense like this was something far beyond the Sigilbearer. Opening her eyes to the world, Anara nudged Ezer with her elbow and walked out to the courtyard at the front of the house. Turning around in the corridor, she shot her lover one of those 'I need to speak to you' sort of looks, then finished the short walk outside.<br><br>Nadya looked like she was going to protest but Kay tried to keep her on the couch by mounting her lap and laying a deep set kiss. "Can't you see, Nadya? The two of them have something we may have had. Let them figure this stuff out, okay?" The elf gave Nadya a look that she knew used to melt the pirate girl's heart. "Besides, you're all sweaty and stuff from your mad dash over here. Just relax! Have some lemonade. I <em>slaved</em> over it for the last twenty minutes." I slave was using magic and twenty minutes was five, then yes, she did slave over it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 06:57:37</strong>
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				Shaking his head in defeat, Ezer got up from his chair, trying to ignore his still rather hard cock, and followed close on Anara’s heels. Luckily, the withering glare she gave him shrivelled him up quicker than an ice cold day by the time they he was in the courtyard, watching Anara carefully, trying to gauge her actions. <br><br>“She’s... not usually like that. At least, I can’t remember her being like that,” he ventured, as a form of appeasement. <br><br><div align="center">&gt;=+=&lt;</div><br>Nadya, Ezer and Anara momentarily forgotten, deepened the kiss, her hands wrapping around Kay’s slender frame as she mewed in need. Smiling softly at Kay, she kissed her cheek, settling down noticeably, although her hands still roamed Kay’s sides.<br><br>“It’s hard, you know. I haven’t been with Ezer in years, and he’s still the best I’ve ever had; I’ve had longer goes, bigger dicks, more skill, but nothing beats Ezer,” she said with a sigh, sitting back in to the coach. <br><br>Her hands, no longer content with lingering along her sides, travelled up to her top and slid under the purple silken material, cupping the braless breasts of her best friend and long time lover.<br><br>“How long do you think they’ll be gone?” she asked with a mischievous grin as she pinched Kay’s nipples, teasing her as she went in for another kiss.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 07:15:57</strong>
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				Anara was leaning against the wall by the steps into the house. The whole house was rather secluded from view due to the nature of the district and it being tucked into a small corner. Her arms were crossed under her chest, though, they did very little push them up thanks to the support of her metal 'bra' of sorts. <br><br>"And how do you figure that?" Anara asked, not looking up at him but rather at a particular spot on the floor simply to look at something. "'In the good ol' days, we'd be fucking each other's brains out right now', 'You're going to have to fuck me everyday if you want to get to Uthergart. Make that three times a day to get to the Crystal City'. I think that's exactly who she is." She finally looked up at Ezer who still had that defeated look on his face. <br><br>The blonde Sigilbearer stood like she was for a few moments before slowly covering the distance between the two, almost agonizingly so. In truth, Anara wasn't entirely mad at Nadya's actions with Ezer... she was actually incredibly intrigued. Granted, she was mad at him at first but standing out here now, with him knowing just how his friends would react to him but still willing to make amends with her, Anara felt so blessed to know him. <br><br>Leaning her sword against the wall first, the blonde's nose was about an inch away from Ezer's; her breasts pressed up against his bare chest. "Kiss me," she said softly, closing her eyes and pursing her lips ever so slightly. Maybe this was a little test of his commitment.<br><br><div align="center">&gt;=+=&lt;</div><br>"I know it's hard, dear, but you have to respect the two of them. I'm sure she could probably kick your ass, anyway." Kay smiled in response to Nadya's sigh. Though there was no spoken agreement, both the Elf and the Pirate were on similar terms to the one proposed to Ezer. They had sex every day they could; at night, in the morning, even when Kay was busy trying to discuss what a particular client needs.<br><br>Ezer's visit would make it two, today...<br><br>Kay closed her eyes and muttered a few words. A dull light encased the front door before splashing away in a spectrum either which way. "They'll be gone as much as you like!" Her tone was cheerful as always, but it quickly turned into a series of soft coos as Nadya tweaked her nipples.<br><br>Even though Kay knew well enough that Ezer was on business, this opportunity to double up on the daily dose of sex was too hard to pass up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 07:33:37</strong>
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				“She’s a sensationalist. Our relationship as always very carnal, but it wasn’t defined by sex,” Ezer tried to explain, worried Anara would strike him when she closed the gap between them. Looking down at her face, their noses ghosting across each other, Ezer caved in, closing the gap between the two, locking lips with Anara and giving her a searing kiss, his arms wrapping around her as he held her against him, not breaking the kiss until they absolutely had to to breath.<br><br>Looking down at Anara’s face, he couldn’t help but trace the line of her jaw with a finger. Out of all the women he had ever been with, she was the most beautiful. <br><br>“You’re not going to be traded in,” he told her again, his fingers crawling along her jaw until they weaved through her hair, holding her head as he kissed her again, long and hard. “I don’t want anyone else, I want you.”<br><br><div align="center">&gt;=+=&lt;</div><br>Nadya grinned lasciviously, her hands pushing up on Kay’s top, raising it above her until she could throw it on the floor, leaving the elf naked from the waist up, her eraser like nipples hardening at the touch of the warm air. <br><br>Diving in, she latched on to her left nipple, grinding it between her teeth as her tongue flicked out across the tip, a hand cupping her free breast, rolling the nipple between her forefinger and thumb. Her one free hand tried valiantly to dive under Kay’s skirt, but was unable to. <br><br>Grunting, she shifted herself so Kay was sitting beside her on the loveseat, her mouth still suckling and biting her nipple, as her free hand found one of the strings holding her skirt up. Snapping it, Nadya tugged it away, her fingers running along Kay’s panties, right along her slit, before pushing them to the side and plunging two skilful digits in to Kay’s pussy, flicking and running along the Elf girl’s trim cunt.<br><br>Nadya’s own nipples were aching to be played with as they made dents in her too-tight top, and her pussy was freely drooling, soaking her thong with her need, as she slipped another finger in to Kay’s cunt. <br><br>“Damnit, Kay, fuck me,” Nadya groaned in to Kay’s nipple, biting down on it hard to get her lover moving.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 04:16:20</strong>
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				"N-Nadya!" Kay practically screamed out. Her lover had clamped down on the the elf's nipple with her teeth while her fingers toyed with the other. "You... you have to be gentler, dear." She tried to push the human's head away from her chest, but it wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Eventually, the pirate stopped, leaving Kay more than thankful that her sensitive buds hadn't simply just fallen off from all of the attention.<br><br>She should have known better, though, that Nadya's sex drive wouldn't allow things to stop right there. The elf's skirt was essentially done away with, her panties pushed to the side so Nadya's fingers could feel around Kay's tight canal. Having practically each and every one of her 'buttons' pushed, the elf came after a few minutes of this relentless onslaught of sexual pleasure. Her loss in focus didn't help the cause of keeping the door locked...<br><br><div align="center">&gt;=+=&lt;</div><br>"You have no idea how much I've wanted to hear that. I know... you probably said it in some round about way before, but... especially now, I appreciate it." Anara finished their deep kiss with a soft peck. "I think we've left those two alone long enough. If Nadya tries to rip away your pants right from the start, though... I think I'm going to have to get rid of her."<br><br>Smiling wholeheartedly, Anara turned to the door, pushing and turning the knob so the large wooden door swung open. The Sigilbearer turned the corner and her jaw nearly fell to the floor right then and there. Kay was as naked as Anara had seen her, her breasts exposed for all to see, her pussy crammed full to Nadya's knuckles. "I-er..." Anara stammered, stepping back, hoping that Ezer was there to help her register exactly what was happening. "Nadya... you really are a horndog, aren't you?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 04:52:41</strong>
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				“Fuck that,” Nadya groaned, working her fingers fiercely in Kay’s elfcunt, pushing her to a reluctant orgasm that racked the svelte woman.&nbsp; As Kay lost her balance and went limp against the coach, Nadya advanced, climbing on top of her, forcing her tongue in to the frazzled Elf’s mouth as she roughly groped a breast.<br><br>“I’m still horny, and Ezer’s busy.”<br><br><div align="center">&gt;=+=&lt;</div><br>Ezer smiled down at Anara. “Any time,” he said, returning her light kiss, before following her in to the house. As he rounded the corner, behind Anara, he bumped in to the shocked Sigilbearer. As he looked to where she was staring, his own eyes widened as he watched Nadya molest Kay, the elf unable to concentrate enough to force the Pirate off her.<br><br>From where he stood, only an inch behind Anara, and seeing Nadya fucking Kay, he couldn’t help his reaction as he grew slightly in his pants, just enough to press against Anara. <br><br>“Alright, that’s enough. We need to talk,” Ezer said, trying to sound stern, but as his eyes fixated on Nadya’s round ass waving in the air as she attacked Kay, most of the force in his voice fizzled out.<br><br>Nadya, hearing Anara and Ezer, reluctantly pulled away, removing her fingers from Kay’s pussy, looking back at them in the doorway, slipping the fingers that had been plundering Kay’s snatch in to her mouth, suckling on them as she tasted the cinnamon flavoured pussyjuice coating them.<br><br>“I get worked up when I haven’t seen Ezer in a long time,” she said as way of answer, before getting up and strutting over to Anara, meeting her eye to eye, her heavy breasts, at least a cup or two larger than Anara’s, pressing against Anara’s.<br><br>“Ezer’s right. We need to talk. My offer still stands. I’ll take you to Uthurgart. Fuck, I’ll even do it for free. But only if I get to reacquaint myself with Ezer and have some fun with you,” she stated, her fire lit eyes smouldering as she stared down Anara, a silent battle for superiority taking place.<br><br>Ezer, uncomfortable with the entire situation, interjected and pushed Anara and Nadya away from each other, glaring at Nadya before speaking: “Nadya, you need to cool down, then we’ll talk about the details of the arrangement.”<br><br>“Bullshit. You mean <em>she’ll</em> talk,” Nadya fumed, glancing to Anara. “If it was just you, you’d have no qualms of having to fuck me as payment.”<br><br>“That’s neither here nor there, Nadya. She is with me, and she isn’t some toy to me. She’s someone I care about and I won’t toss her aside just so I can get to Uthurgart. Now, if you’d like, we can talk about it. If not, we’ll simply have to find another way.”<br><br>Crossing her arms, creating the pleasant effect of pushing her breasts, constrained in her top, up, Nadya’s smouldering seemed to flicker out as she sighed, flopping down on the coach, relinquishing the battle. <br><br>“Alright. I’d take you either way,” she admitted at length, looking to Anara. “But it’s been a long time, and I love Ezer like he’s family.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 05:41:05</strong>
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				Kay was... going to be out of comission for a little while. The young mage couldn't even think to bring her shirt down to cover her aching breasts. Sitting on the loveseat with her knees tucked under her chin, she relaxed, trying to come down from one of the best orgasms that she's had in awhile.<br><br>Anara, on the other hand, was not so pleased with the situation as the little elf. The Sigilbearer could hardly feel the pirate's incredibly large breasts pushed up against her own thanks to the mix of leather and plate covering them, but she had an idea that Nadya did it more for herself than to try and get the most out of the relatively small chested of the two. <br><br>"Okay, fine," Anara blurted out, not wanting to jeopardize the mission to the Crystal City. "You're our only hope to get there and if you want to take advantage of it by... fucking Ezer and having your way with me, that's fine." Not entirely comfortable with using the language that Nadya uses (not in public and so casually, anyway), the Sigilbearer shuffled her way over to Kay, gently tugging the elf's shirt back into place. <br><br>She turned again and looked at both Nadya and Ezer. If Ezer was lying to her now, it would be the most bull-faced thing she has witnessed in awhile. If she had to do this mission alone because she couldn't control her rage and killed Ezer, that would be perfectly fine with her. Kay seemed nice enough to be a guide...<br><br>"Go upstairs or something... I'm not interested in watching." Anara shifted her attention to Kay in the little pause, helping the helf put her skirt back in. The elf had practically passed out at this point, leaving the Sigilbearer to take the responsibility of keeping her decent. Who knew if a client of hers would decide to burst through the door much in the same manner as Nadya? Not many, probably. Nadya was... something else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 06:13:47</strong>
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				“Excellent!” Nadya quirked, hopping in place as she grabbed Ezer and began to drag him up the stairs, before she gaped at him yanking himself free, looking back at him with a strange face.<br><br>“Not now. The first night on the ship, no earlier,” he ordered, no hint of sexual energy escaping him as he glared at the overly excited woman, before gesturing up the stairs. “Go cool down, or we’re leaving.”<br><br>Not wanting to, but knowing she’d lost this battle, Nadya muttered something before stomping up the stairs to her room. The minute she left, it was like all the tension in the house evaporated, and Ezer sighed, going back in to the small living room, seeing Anara clucking over Kay like a mother hen.<br><br>Smiling, he moved to a free chair, the one Nadya had sat in, and sank down in to the deep cushions, utterly relaxed. “This is going to be so exhausting,” he commented, remembering how acidic Nadya can be to one’s energy. <br><br>“How is she?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 04:52:15</strong>
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				Anara thanked whoever was watching over this group of misfits for her luck. It wasn't the longest of praises, however, as it only meant that Nadya would get her big, stupid pirate hands on Ezer eventually. The young Sigilbearer did appreciate that her lover had the mind to make her wait until they were well on their way. Thinking about it now, they'd never make it to the Crystal City if she had her way.<br><br>Kay stirred from her orgasm-induced coma to find Anara leaning over her, putting the pink top over the elf's perky chest. The pale little thing just smiled, already liking the caring nature that was this woman. "Thanks, dear... Nadya still needs to grasp the idea of moderation." The elf shuffled over on the couch so that the human wasn't standing over her anymore, tugging her own clothes back onto her lithe but shapely form. Following a few mumbled words, her hair returned to a more... presentable state, with the smell of sex vanishing from the room.<br><br>"I think she can take care of herself, for now," Anara replied to Ezer, sitting down where Kay had vacated. "I think we should find this ship sooner rather than later, yes? No doubt Nadya needs to be sated."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 05:31:49</strong>
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				“She’s needed that lesson since we were young, Kay,” Ezer scoffed, leaning forward to take pour himself a glass of the long forgotten lemonaid, taking a long drink before putting the glass down. It tasted sweet and tangy and wonderful.<br><br>After another sip, he looked to Kay. “The ship’s in the usual place, I gather? Anara and I didn’t come with much. We can run ahead and start up the ship while you get what you need from the house and calm Nadya down before meeting us there. We’ve still got a good few hours we can set off with.”<br><br>Getting up from his seat, Ezer stretched his muscles before offering a hand to Anara. “You’ll like Nadya’s ship. It’s fast and small, but a lot more comfortable than that box we flew out from Ekos in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 22:49:14</strong>
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				With that, the four of them grabbed whatever they needed from Kay's home and made their way to the docks. It was fairly uneventful, for once this entire journey, which gave Anara the piece of mind that this world wasn't entirely against her. It was a remarkable little thing, the ship was. For something that belonged to Nadya that was saying something. It almost seemed to be a shame that they were taking this piece of work into the water. Too bad this little journey means far more than preserving the state of a boat.<br><br>Not really being able to help too much aside from getting the boat away from the harbour, Anara watched as Nadya ran from one side to another to get things running. It was not like the walker that needed constant attention in order to keep it going, which would have definitely been annoying given the sights and sounds of the sea. Who would want to experience all that stuff while holding onto a lever? <br><br>Day quickly turned into night and with that development Nadya came into the quarters where Kay, Ezer, and Anara were to whisk the lovely gentleman away. Anara knew he wasn't going to try and not enjoy what Nadya had to offer, but she could only hope that he could find something with the brash woman that only his lover can give. This left Kay with Sigilbearer while Nadya and Ezer were in the next room. Their choice in activity to start was quite apparent. <br><br>"It must be hard for you to just sit back, huh?" Kay asked Anara honestly. The elven mage was dressed for bed. Her small little pink ensemble from earlier in the day was replaced by a negligee that was near transparent in all the places that it need not cover.<br><br>"It's... just a strange idea," Anara started, looking down at her own outfit for the night. It much resembled what she would wear during the day, though its materials much more forgiving than the leather and steel. "I didn't intend to be with Ezer like I am now - I didn't think I'd have to worry about the potential of living the rest of my life without him. Now here he is fucking another girl in another room while out to sea. It's just... very strange." The young woman was wringing her hands together as she spoke. Her eyes were focused on them until she found Kay's own hands coming between the two. <br><br>"Maybe what you should really be worried about is yourself and how to be happy. Well, okay, so you should really worry about what your duty is, but then it's all about yourself." Kay took Anara's chin into her right hand, using it to tilt the woman's head up so it faced the mage. "Got it?"<br><br>The gesture was... friendly, to say the least. It struck Anara on a level that only Ezer had reached before. It was the furthest thing from love, surely, but it was much more than a simple reassuring statement. "Got it." <br><br>Kay stood there in front of the Sigilbearer for a few seconds before smiling and turning away. As she walked back to her own bed, she threw her hands up in resignation. "Yeesh. That boy is lucky to have you. Don't you know when someone is trying to get with you? That was a prime moment to just lean in and go for it." Without looking back at Anara, she laid on her bed, under the covers. "Night, Anara."<br><br>Anara, too, laid in her bed but on top of the sheets. She doubted she was going to fall asleep until the noises next door stopped. Knowing Ezer, it'd take awhile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 00:18:43</strong>
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				It didn’t take Nadya long to claim Ezer for the night. The sun had just dipped below the rocky outline of the Jut Peninsula in the west and Anara, Kay and Ezer had been relaxing in Ezer and Anara’s room, which was converted from a common room, just below deck for only a few minutes before the fire-haired privateer yanked him from his chair to take him to the master suite.<br><br>Nadya had dressed in a soft, white cotton undershirt and deer-skin breeches, with a leather vest that was so tight it could be called a corset, her prodigious chest valiantly trying to break free of the semi-transparent cotton. As Ezer turned from the door, she was already ripping off her clothing, letting her sword belt fall to the ground, tearing off her vest, and shucking her shirt to leave her in nothing but her pants and a bra way too flimsy for her build.<br><br>Her heavy breathing simply worsened the issue, as her tits rose and fell, much to Ezer’s pleasure.<br><br>“I know you’ve wanted this, so don’t try and play the faithful boyfriend. You’ve got a lust that has never let you stay faithful, the quicker you accept that, the better,” Nadya smirked, her hands resting on her flared hips. Unlike Anara, built like an athlete, Nadya was built for softer things. She had no abs, but a little tummy, no tight butt, but a smooth, round bouncy ass. <br><br>Scowling, Ezer removed his own clothes, first his weapons, then his shirt, until he too was left in only his pants. “You know, maybe you’re right,” he said, suddenly, stalking toward Nadya, pushing her on to her bed.<br><br>“Maybe I do need more than one woman in my life,” he continued, grabbing the string holding her bra cups together and pulling, hearing the clasps break and the straps snap against her skin, leaving little red marks on her shoulders and a pair of tear-drop breasts that, if they were <em>any</em> bigger, would seriously impede on her ability to fight.<br><br>“But <em>I</em> think you need to calm down and learn how to live life without a cock constantly up your cunt.” Ezer was growling now, and Nadya was beginning to worry. She had never pissed him off, not seriously, even when she snuck in to his bed just after his girlfriend had left for the day.<br><br>Grabbing his belt, he pulled it off and shucked his pants down, revealing an angry, engorged cock that Nadya was well-used to. “But not tonight.”<br><br>Using his magic, he pressed his index finger against Nadya’s clothed slit. Incredible heat began to radiate from it, and, in an instant, fairy-fire erupted on her pants, eating away the cloth like flame, but leaving no burn marks. “No, tonight you get your cock.”<br><br>Lining up with Nadya’s bare slit, Ezer unceremoniously shoved his length, in its entirety, in to Nadya, which made her cry out in shock and need. Not giving her a second to get accustomed to his girth, he began to thrust back and forth, dragging his cock along her slick, convulsive walls.<br><br>“This is what you wanted, then?” he barked, his hands gripping Nadya’s hips and pulling her toward his cock as he thrust.<br><br>Nadya, tears welling up in her eyes, managed a smile as her body was jostled by Ezer, her hands grasping her chest and squeezing and kneading the sensitive flesh. “Yes, yes! It’s been too long, Ezer!”<br><br>Grunting, Ezer looked down at Nadya, looking at the sheer bliss in her wet eyes as she let him fuck and use her. He knew this wasn’t how she behaved with other men. She needed to be in control. She was comfortable with Ezer, though, enough to submit, completely, to him.<br><br>“Yes, it has,” Ezer said simply, before he pulled out of her and realigned himself with her puckered hole, forcing his size in to Nadya’s asshole. Fighting and groaning his way down, he stopped, fully buried, to see Nadya biting on her lip to suppress the wincing pain. She didn’t let people touch her ass, except for Kay and Ezer. Deep down, Ezer knew she loved him. Luckily, though, it wasn’t romantic.<br><br><div align="center">&lt;-=+=-&gt;</div><br>It was late, almost early-morning, when Ezer finally left Nadya, unable to move, supremely happy on her bed to return to Anara. He had enough forethought, though, to wash the scent of sex from his body with an ice-cold douse of water from the ship’s lavatory. Freezing cold, he tried his best to keep from waking Anara as he lit only one lamp to guide him to the bed.<br><br>It wasn’t necessary, though. Anara was plainly awake, laying on top of the sheets, quiet as a mouse. “You’re awake...”<br><br>Putting down the lamp on a table, Ezer walked over to the bed and knelt down beside it, so he was at eye-level with the lying Anara. There Ezer simply looked at her, trying to gauge which of the legion of reactions he would get from her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 23:14:37</strong>
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				Anara shuddered on the bed as Nadya got her wish to bed Ezer for the first time in a long while. She was incredibly vocal; it was easy to tell what she was going through without her saying so in words. Ezer was by no means whispering, but it was hard to point out exactly what he was saying to her. Probably something along the lines of what an absolute slut she was, running around in what she wears while cursing into the wind about anything she came across. <br><br>The Sigilbearer turned on her side to look towards Kay, who by now, was sound asleep in her makeshift bed as she didn't want to subject herself to the ravaging next door. She was a far cry from a Nadya clone, which made Anara wonder why the two stayed together for as long as they have. That brought on another idea about how Ezer found himself surrounded by women of different shapes and sizes. Coincidences like that are hard to come by... are are they in the Dreaming?<br><br>A little restless by now, Anara again shifted onto her back. The young woman couldn't decide whether it was better to close her eyes or stare at the dark, blank ceiling. Either way she could only picture the two having sex next door. Given time, it probably wouldn't bother her in the slightest, but given the timing of everything, this new found relationship she found herself in was still fairly raw. <br><br>It also didn't help that she couldn't get this horrible gut feeling pushed aside.<br><br>Sooner than she could have ever anticipated, the sounds had ceased and Ezer came strolling into the room. For a few minutes, only Kay's soft breathing and the noise of the boat coursing through the sea filled the room. Wordlessly, Anara shuffled over to give Ezer more room on the bed, should he decide to lay in it. "We have a few busy days ahead of us. Get as much rest as you can." Her words were hardly any indication of how she was feeling, but it would be best to leave it alone for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 00:20:22</strong>
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				Ezer simply nodded, more to himself than to Anara, as she shuffled over and under the sheets, giving him room to slip in beside her. Normally, he’d curl up against her, but he figured it’d be best if he just lay there, on his back, physically tired but mentally awake.<br><br>Morning came far too quickly for his liking, but as soon as the light began to flood in the portholes, there was no going back. Dressing in functional, plane garb; an olive cotton shirt and loose brown pants, he was up and on deck assisting Nadya with course corrections and general maintenance for an hour before Anara and Kay surfaced. <br><br>Looking to the two from the fore of the ship, on an outcropping that kept the ship on course, Ezer waved to the two. “Good morning!” he shouted over the crash of waves. The sun was rising in the east and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, hopefully they’d make good time today.<br><br>Nadya was near the aft of the ship trying to fix a jam in one of the ship’s steering columns, which directed the ship’s rudders and she promptly ignored the two, cursing and fuming as she went. <br><br>Closing the hatch he was working on, Ezer hopped down on to the deck and made his way to Anara and Kay. “The ship’s been sitting in the harbour for a few weeks and we’re trying to work out a few kinks, but we should make it to Uthergart in three days, if the weather keeps up.<br><br>“I need one of you two to check out the water filter. It’s not heating the water and there’s a weird taste to it. The other is going to be cook for the day.<br><br>“Kay, how good are you with machinery? As far as I know, Anara’s training didn’t include maintenance, and Dreaming tech isn’t something you can pick up in a day.”<br><br>Looking to Anara, he smiled lightly. “How well can you cook for four hungry people?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 05:41:14</strong>
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				Anara didn't bother to change her outfit from last night. It's not as if she really had to impress any of the three that she had for company. Besides, at times it felt as if she was neglecting her powers as a Sigilbearer if she used it for such trivial things as clothing. Well, that was her excuse for not changing, anyway. She was mostly still a little stung about Nadya and Ezer's rumpfest the night before and a room over.<br><br>Kay had a much better sleep. Her conscious clean and rid of anything that could weight it down. She tended to believe that she was better than that, anyway. More often than not her arguments are forgotten as soon as they end. Many took it for being obnoxious and ignorant, but she preferred light-hearted. <br><br>Completely unplanned, the two awoke and came to the deck of the ship together. They spied Ezer, who didn't make his presence unknown, and they both promptly made their way over to him. Nadya was off on her own swearing at things that wouldn't respond back except in being uncooperative. <br><br>Ezer went on to explain the tasks at hand that were needed. Anara simply nodded to Kay as her lover suggested that one take care of the water filter and heater while the other tend to today's meals. It was quite obvious who should do what even before he dished out the assignments. The elf disappeared below deck again, mumbling something about how she has to do everything, while Anara went over to the edge of the boat and looked into the water.<br><br>Not wanting to bring the ship into the maelstrom that she was going to create, Anara focused her energies at a spot particularly far away from the ship. Her eyes were closed and her gauntlet covered hand with the sigil pointed at the water. The young woman stayed like that for almost an entire minute before a particularly large fish emerged from the water in a splash and unceremoniously landed in Anara's awaiting arms. "I'll... go ahead and get this started." <br><br>She fresh Sigilbearer winked at Ezer, letting him go back to his task as she went down below deck to start hers. The sea creature, that resembled something very much like a big deep sea tuna, flopped around for a while until Anara made it to the kitchen. With some help from her magic and a sharp knife, the woman took apart the fish and started to grill it with a conjured up flame. <br><br>So much for not neglecting the use of her sigil.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 06:09:22</strong>
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				Ezer gave Anara a look as he saw the fish jump from the ocean, clearly quite unimpressed at the situation it found itself in as it flopped in Anara's firm grasp. Laughing as she winked at him, he just turned back to his immediate focus. That damn Sextant wasn't working nearly as well as it should be, and it could very well cut off half a day's sail if he could just find out what was wrong with it.<br><br>Climbing back up the rigging to where the fore machine house was, he dissapeared in to the cramped, oily room to hack and curse at the thing, before, by some divine luck, he found the little piece of cloth that was impeding the lenses from doing their job. Whooping in delight, he carefully realigned the arc until it matched up, and the thing began to chirp and babble as it began to realign itself with the new celestial bodies. <br><br>"Figured it out, have you?" Nadya's voice, a low, sultry drawl, came from behind him as she came up to his side, her breasts contained in an insufficiant wrap, her leggings torn and shredded to the point where you could see her scant thong underneath.<br><br>Jumping at the sudden voice, Ezer wheeled around just in time to see Nadya stalk up to him and plant a searing kiss on his lips. After a second of hesitation, Ezer pushed her away, giving her a glare. "Not now, Nadya. Anara let it happen once, but that doesn't mean she likes it. You need to back off, at least for the rest of the trip."<br><br>Nadya gave an equal glare, before crossing her arms under her prodigious chest. "And who's ship do you think you're on? I'm the captain here, Ezer, and if I want to get fucked by one of my crew-mates, I'll get what I want!"<br><br>"No, you won't! That may work with the people you usually hang around, but it never worked on me and it never will. I like you, Nadya. We've been friends since we were teenagers, but you can't keep pushing me like this," his voice wasn't angry anymore, it was pleading. <br><br>"Now, please, give me some space. Anara and I are in the thick of it with what we have to do, and I don't want to fuck up what we have, whatever it is. Please..."<br><br>Nadya sighed, her red hair seemingly loosing some luster, as she nodded. "Fine, Ezer. Fine. I'll back off for the rest of the voyage. But the minute we're on solid ground, I'm <em>making</em> you fuck me again. Anara can join if she wants, but I'm the one who gets you that night!"<br><br>And with that, she was out the door, and Ezer was breathing a semi-sigh of relief. Trudging out of the cramped, smelly machine-room, he cast a quick charm to clean the oil and grease from his skin and clothes, before making it in to the kitchen to check on Anara.<br><br>She was alone, thankfully, labouring over the pan of searing fish. It smelled really good, which surprised Ezer.<br><br>"Did you have a thing for cooking Before?" he asked, knowing she wouldn't be able to answer him. It was smalltalk, though, and that worked wonders for breaking through ice. <br><br>"I'm not sorry for having sex with Nadya, Anara, but I am sorry that it hurt you. I don't want that. We're in this together, and there is something special between us. I don't want you hurting over Kay or Nadya or anyone else. No one else can be as close to me as you. We're comrades, we share a special bond that can't be broken."<br><br>Coming up behind her, he placed his hands on her waist, turning her away from the frying fish. Looking in to her eyes, he silently pleaded with her. "So, can you forgive me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 06:44:20</strong>
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				Kay just looked curiously at the mechanism that was supposed to heat and clean the water that the ship drew. She wondered why they never just made water pop out of nowhere. Between the sigilbearers and herself, there was bound to be some level of magic there that allowed them to make water poof in front of them. Into a conjured mug, no less. Eventually, figuring that she really didn't have much knowledge in the way of mechanics, Kay started to whisper a few mantras and spells to make a little demon pop up before her. <br><br>The two just stared at each other for a few seconds, both looking to figure out what the other wants. Kay knew very well what she wanted the demon to do, but their desires didn't quite match up. He looked like a little perverted goat. The elf remembered that they usually called his kind a Satyr. His skin tone was a harsh red, however, quite unlike the image she had in her head when she was trying to summon someone to help her with the water unit. After a few more seconds, the beast growled, and its intentions suddenly became clear. "Oh. Oh no!"<br><br>Kay tried to cast a charm to stick the demon in its place, but he was upon her in a second. "Aaah! Ezer! Nadya! Ana-RAH!" The satyr tore away at her flimsy clothing and his hard, abnormally long cock was deep inside of the small, lithe elf in an instant. She was as dry as a desert and when penetration started, her cries could probably be heard on shore.<br><br><div align="center">&gt;=+=&lt;</div><br>Anara was searing the fish skin down, spicing up the 'steak' with whatever she found in the kitchen. Well, whatever she could find that tasted decent enough. Ezer was soon in the kitchen with her, hugging her hips with his hands and his head right beside hers. He then turned her around, taking her attention away from the fish and toward him. <br><br>The blonde listened to what he had to say carefully and when he finished, she nodded in agreement. "I know it had to be done. You could have sounded less like you were enjoying it, though." For the time being, anyway, Anara was back to her snide, joking ways. It didn't last very long, however, as Kay's cries for help pierced the comfy, cozy feeling in the kitchen. Reacting quickly, the sigilbearer focused her energies into bringing her sword from her bedroom through the air and into her hands as she ran the short distance to the engine room. <br><br>Kay was bent over a thick pipe that didn't seem to be doing much of anything for the ship, but did keep the elf girl upright as the demon pounded into her from behind. The creature took exception to having another being in the room and immediately charged Anara. Purely on reflex, the girl parried the demon's efforts with her sword. She then used the monster's momentum against him and tossed him into the air where she then pointed her gauntlet at it. Four arrows of fire appeared from her fingertips and while the satyr was still in the air, Anara watched him get pierced by each of the arrows before disappearing again. <br><br>The elf was not in good shape, but was far from tears. "Aargh! I'm so dumb. That usually works out to make a helpful little fairy, but not today, it seems." Kay tried to walk over to Anara, but fell short. Luckily, Anara's reflexes were still running on adrenaline and she caught the other girl before any more damage could be done.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 07:00:44</strong>
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				Anara reacted fast. By the time Ezer realized something was wrong her small sword was in her hand and she was out the door. Taking up pursuit behind her, Ezer got to the aft water-room just in time to see the little goat-man dissolve back to the Dreaming nether. Seeing Anara holding Kay to her, the elf in the remains of her clothes. One glance at her nether-regions and Ezer could see the rawness there, and he knew that it had to hurt. <br><br>Cursing their ill-luck, Ezer quickly came to their side, taking Kay in his arms. Kay was trying to look strong, but he could tell she was in pain, even if it was the ghost of a much sharper pain earlier. <br><br>Whispering a few words in an unintelligable magic and letting Kay rest against Anara, Ezer moved down to her abused vagina. His right hand was glowing a pale-blue. It wasn't bright, in fact it didn't even look like light. Placing the tips of his fingers across her mound, he closed his eyes, focussing as the healing energies fed through Kay, soothing the burning sensation. Anara would realize it looked almost identical to that little trick he pulled on the airship.<br><br>And, like on the airship, his healing energies didn't come without pleasure. It wasn't a sharp, exciting sensation like it was with Anara, but it was ultimately relaxing, and he stopped only when he could glance the tiniest bit of moisture on her lips.<br><br>Pulling his hand away, Ezer looked down at Kay. "I'm sorry, but I'm uh... not used to using that to actually heal," he said, giving Anara a quick glance before he reached out to pull Kay to her feet. A quick wave of his hand, and the scraps of her clothing were back around her, mending as best they could, although Ezer, not familiar with the clothes Kay wore, had to make some modifications. Unfortunately, that meant it revealed a lot more of the lithe Elf's smooth skin. <br><br>"Uhm, again... sorry. I only know a few female clothe-charms..." <br><br>Just then, Nadya came in, surprised to see the three of them surrounding Kay. "What's going on? I was in the Machine Room when I heard something, thought I'd come check it out..." Looking to Kay and her knew clothes, a pair of shorts that rode high on the Elf's tight ass, and a shirt that revealed her trim stomach, her look of perplexity took on a more lecherous one. <br><br>"Am I interupting something?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 03:16:59</strong>
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				Kay, to say the least, was in a state of bewilderment. Ezer's little tricks helped out a little more than she could have ever have dreamed. It was also a little scarring, even more so than her mishap spell. Or was it her mishap spell that was causing her troubles but she really didn't want to address it? That's exactly her thought process while she went off past Nadya and toward the bedrooms. Her clothing (or lack there of) not bothering her in the slightest. <br><br>"Poor girl," Anara said in a half-whisper. The whole scene caused her to whip up her Adventurer outfit and clip her sword onto her belt. It's not as if she felt that she could have helped more if she was dressed the part, it was more along the lines that something like that could happen again and she didn't want to be caught in her negligee. "Kay just had a little trouble. Some creature just popped up in the room and more or less had his way with her... OHFISH!"<br><br>Anara burst out of the room and toward the kitchen. Thankfully, her fish steak didn't spend enough time on its own to become a pile of carbon. While paying the food the attention it deserves, the sigilbearer couldn't help but think of what Kay was going through. It's one thing to make something and not have it work. It's another to have it actually turn around and fuck you raw. The imagery just caused her to shiver.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 03:47:12</strong>
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				Nadya gave Anara a strange look as she darted out of the water-room, then looked to Ezer. There wasn't any trace of a grin on her anymore. "What the hell happened?" <br><br>"I don't know the details, but as far as I can gather a summoning charm backfired and the creature started raping Kay," Ezer explained, standing up from where he crouched. He lurched over to Nadya and caught her arm as she began to run from the room. "Nadya, wait! I'm coming with you."<br><br>She made a move to wrench her arm free, but Ezer's grip was too powerful and she relented. And so the pair made their way to Kay's room, where they found her sitting on her bed. Holding an arm out to Nadya, he bade her to wait outside. "Something went wrong with her spell, and you won't be able to help her with that. I'll talk to her, then she's yours, promise."<br><br>Nadya simply nodded and Ezer, smiling, hugged her briefly before moving in to the room, closing the door behind him. <br><br>"Kaehelain, it's me," he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. He sat down beside her on the bed, looking over at her. "Kaehelain, I need to know what happened."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 01:26:26</strong>
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				Anara slaved in the kitchen for the next few minutes, using her sigil to help with the plates and what-have-you for eating on. She could hear that both Ezer and Nadya had made their way to Kay in the bedrooms. Even though part of her was being silly and bitter, she did feel terrble knowing that she couldn't be with them in that room. Not yet, anyway.<br><br>Kay was sitting on the edge of her bed, completely blank face as her friends came in after her. She really couldn't articulate what was going through her head. In essence, she really was just more upset about how her spell could have backfired so terribly. It's not as if she was new to this magic game that she could make a mistake like that. Thinking about it, things have been taking a peculiar turn in the Dreaming. Nearly ever situation had a sexual presence in it; as high as Nadya's libido was, the opportunities that she had to act out her 'frustrations' were perfect. The sounds of their city were different, filled with sounds of moans and groans every now and again. <br><br>"There is no sense in this..." The elf said to them all as Anara came into the room with plates of fish and whatever vegetables she could find. The sigilbearer offered the first serving to the lithe girl before the others. Kaehelain just took it in one and only to place it on the night table by the head of the bed. "I summon Gill all the time. He helps me with my charms and potions back home. It's not like he's afraid of water or anything that he wouldn't come..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 01:43:25</strong>
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				"There's more to it than that," Ezer answered Kaehelain. "I've seen you do that spell before, it didn't even link to the same part of the Escape that that... creature, came from. There shouldn't have been any way it could happen.<br><br>"And I know you didn't fuck it up. Summoning miner-orders like Gill is something you learn by the time you're 16. I refuse to believe you could have screwed up." Ezer was silent, then, for a long time. His one arm was wrapped around Kay's shoulder, his presence doing its best to sooth her.<br><br>Turning to Anara, he gave her a grave look. "I don't think this is a coincidence. Do you remember what the Baron told us, back in Ekos? He didn't trust the Sigilbearers on the island. He feared they were corrupt, and sent us off to the Crystal City to request aid. I've lived my entire life on that island, with those men, and I just can't accept that they'd fall to petty bickering and power-grabs. I'd sooner bet my life on something pulling the strings... maybe this has something to do with it, maybe it doesn't." <br><br>Ezer's arm tightened across Kay's shoulder as he looked down at the lithe little Elf. "Kay, I need you to try the summoning again. Reaching directly in to the Escape and plucking out a creature, if there truly is something wrong with the Escape, would seem like the easiest way to spread influence throughout the Dreaming."<br><br>He hugged her to him, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "We'll all be here this time, if it comes back. We won't let it hurt you again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 22:57:28</strong>
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				Anara simply looked on, leaning against the far wall of the bedroom that everyone was in. She had since finished her meal and left her plate on the nearest ledge. She had always been a little lost in this world, which probably made Ezer the most perfect crutch. He did well to keep her on her toes and knowledgeable. <br><br>"I remember that... but if that's the case, why send us? Because I'm ignorant to the whole thing?" Anara tried to laugh at the question, if only to ease the tension in the room. "It would make sense, though... nothing like that happens without some sort of outside interference, no?" <br><br>Kay had a hard time focusing on the conversation around her. She looked at her hands that were settled on her lap, wondering how her usual spell could have turned on her so terribly. Only when Ezer grabbed her attention with a firm hold of her shoulder did she wake up. "I'll... try it again. Okay."<br><br>The elf stood up, and as she did so, she made note of the three around her getting ready for whatever it is that can come from her spell. The smallest of them all took a few moments to breathe, then started the ritual. At first, it looked as it should, with not so much of a breeze disrupting Kay. That wasn't to last, however, as room appeared to swirl and twirl in the middle of them all.<br><br>Suddenly, bursting from the anomaly, a satyr that was much larger than the first rushed at Anara. As poised as she was, there was no anticipating the beast's approach, and it brushed her out into the corridor, causing the young woman to scream. Just as quickly as the sigilbearer made her unceremonious exit from the bedroom, another satyr appeared. <br><br>The elven mage had since gone limp, the spell alone was taxing, but with this new development, nearly all of her energy was sapped. What still made this worse was that the 'portal' had not closed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 23:40:24</strong>
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				Ezer sprung to action as soon as he realized the spell was going awry. His blade materialized in his hand as he leaped in front of the second Satyr, locking with the horns of the furry red demon. The beast was a good head taller than Ezer and a lot bigger, but he held his own, redirecting the lumbering charge in to the wall, the Satyr crashing head long in to the worn wood pannels. <br><br>"Nadya, help Anara!" Ezer yelled over his shoulder at his friend, who, despite being wide-eyed with fear, nodded, pulling out a slim dagger from the hem of her pants, charging at the blue-furred beast who had Anara pinned to the walls. Ezer couldn't see it, but the beast had pried off Anara's top, revealing her firm breasts, and he was currently working on the young Sigilbearer's pants. <br><br>Nadya's blade sunk deep in to the shoulder of the Satyr, a painful shriek eliciting from his jaws as he dropped Anara to the ground, reaching around to grab at Nadya, who was clinging on to the musky fur as she repeatedly stabbed the beast. The piratess was agile, though, and kept moving around, biting and stabbing at the hands as they tried desperately to grab her and throw her off.<br><br>Ezer was over the red Satyr, his blade sweeping out in a low arc to catch against the neck of the beast, meeting resistence as it bit through tendon and bone, before exiting the other side, the horned head rolling on to the ground as the brackish blood oozed from the stump of its neck. <br><br>"Kay, get up!" Ezer yelled, grabbing her by the arm and shaking her violently. The portal, that slice of twisted reality, was still active, and while nothing else had come out of it yet, he knew it was only a matter of time, and only Kay could close it. <br><br>"Kay, you need to close that! Kay!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 06:43:52</strong>
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				Anara wasn't having a great time at all. She was already feeling a little funny; getting thrown into a wall and then strategically freed of her clothing wasn't helping. In her daze, she could see that Nadya had climbed onto the back of the beast and was hanging on for dear life while stabbing away at its shoulder. The warrior tried to get back to her feet, but the Satyr had other things on his mind and made sure to keep the woman down by either smacking her down with its large hands or forcing his weight on her through a hoof. <br><br>The beast roared with ever new stab of Nadya's dagger. It drove him to try and force the pirate off by slamming his back into the nearest wall. If he had a free hand that wasn't occupied with the nearly helpless blonde, the monster attempted to grab at the larger woman in hopes of hurling her further into the kitchen. He never got that far, however, as Anara's sword ran through his head, ripping into its chin before getting lodging itself into the top of his skull. <br><br>The Sigilbearer had to think quickly lest she be crushed by the Satyr (and consequently Nadya). Back peddling, Anara's back had just met the far wall as the monster's head landed between her legs. "Argh! Why can't things just go to plan!?"<br><br><div align="center">&gt;=+=&lt;</div><br>Kay's eyes fluttered open, slow at first, but that soon turned into a flurry as the scene grew clearer in her mind. "Ezer... I'm sorry," the elf started, standing up while leaning on the much larger man helping her up. She could do nothing else but stare at what she had created, a twisted portal that brought together this realm and... that one. Not wanting to risk the lives of those around her any further, the mage went right into it.<br><br>Within moments, the portal closed, the room looking as it did before this whole mess. Aside from the actual mess of clothing and dead beasts. Kay, again, collapsed where she was, though far more conscious than last time. Anara splatted back into the room, her chest heaving and very much bare, as was her smooth womanhood. "Everyone alright? Relatively speaking..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 02:10:18</strong>
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				The wind was knocked from Nadya’s chest as the large, hairy, foul smelling Satyr slammed her against the far wall in the narrow hallway. She clung on to him, though, one hand woven through the thick matted fur as her blade sunk once more in to the creature’s shoulder, dark blood oozing from the wound.<br><br>Nadya saw the large, gorilla like arm reach back to grab at her before she felt the beast lurch and slump, suddenly dead. The precarious balance the creature had when alive was absent in death, and it began to fall forward, missing Anara by a hair. <br><br>A precise swipe of her blade along the beast’s throat to ensure it was well and fully dead, Nadya climbed off the back of the beast and moved to Anara.<br><br>Offering her a hand, she looked her over. “Are you alright?” she asked, pulling Anara up. <br><br><div align="center">&gt;=+=&lt;</div><br>Ezer caught Kay as she collapsed, dropping his blade to the ground. Bending over, he scooped her up in his arms, putting her on the bed. <br><br>“We’re fine, for the moment,” Ezer answered Anara and when he saw the state her clothes were in, his eyes widened in momentary fear.<br><br>Closing the short distance, he grabbed her shoulders and held her at arm’s length, looking her over for any wounds.<br><br>“What about you, are you alright? Did the beast… violate you?” Ezer asked with great reluctance and a look of sympathetic pain on his face.<br><br>Nadya came in at that point, cleaning her blade off on a ratty bandana tied to her right arm.<br><br>“No, Ezer, I made sure the beast had other things to worry about,” she said, the characteristic tease gone from her voice. She gave the two but a side-long glance before she moved to Kay, kneeling in front of her. <br><br>“Kaehelain, can you hear me?” Nadya asked, barely above a whisper, reaching for the Elf’s hands. They were cold, as if her blood had stopped circulating correctly, and her eyes were sunken. The spell had taken everything out of her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 03:16:22</strong>
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				Anara softly shook her head to Ezer's question, the words she formed in her mind left Nadya's lips, however. Her state of being took a backseat to the real matter at hand and that was Kay. The warrior crossed the room with a swagger that only came from being nude to lay a closer eye on the elf. She was out of sorts, exhausted by the little experiment that the other three had decided to conduct. Results? Something was very wrong.<br><br>"I think she's going to be out of it awhile. It'd probably be best if we just let her have her rest. I'll... be on the deck." Anara patted Nadya and Ezer on either shoulder before turning around making her way out of the room. If anyone cared to look, the curves of her ass twisted and turned in all the right ways, her near-perfect breasts bouncing in response to each step. That only lasted until Anara picked up her clothing, mending them with a mere thought before dressing herself in her usual warrior garb.<br><br>The fresh air was a nice change from the stuffy little space down below. Something beyond this realm made the sea breeze that much more comforting to Anara. Perhaps it was from times passed that she really enjoyed just being outside and feeling the cool air brush her face, toying with her hair. The Sigilbearer breathed it in deep, letting it leave her slowly before she took the first few steps away from the door and out in the open. <br><br>Looking around, the elements conspired together to hide the fact that moments earlier she was in a life threatening situation. The sun wasn't harsh, the distant hills and cliffs more inviting than menacing. Anara had a feeling that she wasn't going to be able to enjoy such a scene for much longer after this moment. There was a bug in her ear telling her that what happened to Kay and her spell was merely the beginning and even then only a fraction of the trouble ahead. It bothered her knowing that she was practically useless until the threat revealed itself. She was still new to the Dreaming, to this whole world. The possibilities were so endless to her that she couldn't even think to pinpoint a source. That thought alone brought that weight that she was trying to forget moments ago come back.<br><br>The young woman circled the deck once before coming rest just by the entrance to the belly of the ship. Her shoulders held up most of her weight as her legs crossed over each other, her arms doing much the same. In hopes of finding a little pocket of peace, Anara closed her eyes and breathed slow, letting the sounds of the water and the whispers of the wind soothe her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 04:32:54</strong>
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				Ezer nodded in agreement with Anara, watching her as she left the three of them. When she was gone from sight he turned to see Nadya quietly holding Kay, running a hand through the Elf’s hair. Nadya looked up at him and gave him a look.<br><br>“Let her rest, Ezer. You can talk to her when she’s feeling better,” she said, putting up a hand in ceremonial barring. <br><br>“Yea, alright. I’ll leave you two alone. Call me if she wants to talk.” And with that, Ezer followed Anara out and on to the deck. He saw her, up near the fore of the ship, slowly pacing. He stood there, watching her with a heavy look, before moving away to lean against the starboard railing, watching as the water lapped at the ship incessantly as the vessel cut through the ocean. <br><br>He didn’t know if she noticed him or not when she came back to the stairs leading in to the belly of the ship. She looked world-weary. Ezer couldn’t blame her. This entire situation they both found themselves in was hard to come to grips with, and Ezer didn’t have to deal with a new world. <br><br>He left her to her own devices as he sought his own calm center. He wasn’t prepared for this, and he was rather frightened, although he didn’t let it show. He had gotten lucky so far. He’d been playing it by ear so far, but he knew that would end in disaster. <br><br>They needed a plan. Heading to the Crystal City seemed as viable as any, but Ezer had to wonder if it was any safer. Had the Darkness the Baron had warned them of reached so far?<br><br>Eventually, Ezer turned and walked toward Anara. She was completely still, almost as if she was napping. <br><br>“We can’t do this by ourselves,” he said at length. He was leaning against a beam near where Anara stood. “We’re going to need to enlist the help of a lot more than us four.<br><br>“I’ve got a few contacts in the Crystal City. I can send out a long thought out to them. They keep their eyes and ears open, and if they’ve noticed anything off they’ll have seen it. I need your help, though, it’s a tasking process.” <br><br>Pushing off the beam, he closed the remaining space between them. He put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently. “How’re you doing?” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 05:06:06</strong>
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				In all honesty, Anara had no idea that Ezer had made an appearance on the scene for quite a while before speaking to her. Not wanting to let him onto that fact, the girl just coolly opened her eyes, slowly turning her head in his direction. With the wind jostling her beach blonde hair this way and that, the sun creating this gleam in her eyes, she looked incredibly at peace. A grave contrast to what was running through her mind.<br><br>"I don't think that the Baron would have sent us away without telling us that we were going to be thwarting someone's efforts to create a war, Ezer." Though her words were accusing, her tone was as soft and gentle as the scenery. "Then again... I suppose one really can't have a nice chat when on the run, huh?"<br><br>Turning back to where she was before speaking to her lover and partner, Anara again closed her eyes, trying to see just what she could do to help aside from just... be there to help. She didn't know anyone. She didn't know where anything truly was. It was annoying. Why couldn't someone just give her the common decency of sitting her down and simply saying 'Okay, this is how everything works'. A dream in itself. Inception.<br><br>The young woman looked up toward Ezer who had took it upon himself to assure her with a gentle squeezing of the shoulder. Anara gave him a smile that he hasn't seen for awhile. "I'm doing alright. Just... frustrated that I have to act on pure instinct or by your suggestion. My emotions, my skills are my own, but I can't depend on them if I don't know what I'm ultimately affecting. What if I lose you in Crystal City, Ezer? I'll be a running about with my head cut off." That smile faded quickly the more she spoke and thought about her words.<br><br>"Of course I'll help you, Ezer..." Anara said, pulling back a few steps. "You ask that like I'm some silly girl you have to take on a trial, not a lover." There was a little more to her speech than first comprehension. In a sense she was adding to her earlier frustration, in another she was again assuring the both of them that she was committed in every sense. What probably took the most meaning was simply the fact that everything had made a sharp turn for the worst, around a corner she wasn't a fan of.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 06:54:25</strong>
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				“I don’t think the Baron had any idea how big this thing was when he sent us off to the Crystal City, but you’re right. He’d not send us there if he didn’t believe it was safe.”<br><br>He smiled back at her. His hand left her shoulder to travel to that beautiful grin, his coarse finger tips running along her lower lip. He nodded in understanding as she let her frustrations out on him. He couldn’t imagine what it’d be like to be dropped in to a new world without any knowledge of the world. <br><br>“I won’t let you out of my sight, Anara. But, you’re right. If we’re ever separated…” he was silent for a long moment, deep in thought. At last, he spoke again. <br><br>“There is a ritual that exists that allows two Sigilbearers to bind their sigils to one another, but it is a length process well beyond my skill, and even when bound by a skilled artisan danger is still present. We can request a binding once at the Crystal Conclave. Until then, I can craft a locator for each of us. That way you’ll never be beyond my reach.”<br><br>He gave her one more smile, letting the hand on her chin drop to her side as he encircled his arm around her waist, pulling her to him. He gave her a quick kiss, but held her to him for a long moment before nodding, more to himself. <br><br>“Alright, it’ll be best if we can work around a fire. Go to the engine room and fetch a few logs while I write down the script, we’ll work over there,” he said, pointing to the deck of the ship. Reluctantly he let her go and he made his way to the wide deck of the ship, his right hand glowing as he stooped over and drew out the glowing script on to the well-worn wood. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 20:32:31</strong>
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				Anara simply nodded. Her mind was too far gone to really bother herself with the details. It was comforting knowing that Ezer shared her concern and was accepting that she was, for a moment, feeling absolutely useless. He didn't help her feel worse. He's supportive and even though at times his methods are slightly... archaic, he had quite a loving side to him. How lucky she is to have him.<br><br>"I'll be right back," Anara said, soon after being let go by her lover. Descending below the deck, she took a quick glance over at the bedroom that Nadya and Kay were in. Kay was still sleeping soundly... or is that passed out soundly? Resting. Nadya was playing the part of the ever watching watcher. It was kind of settling to see that the rash pirate can calm down and be there for you on another level aside from physical. Not wanting to disturb either of them, she quickly made her way to the engine room to fetch the wood and lug it up to the deck.<br><br>Unceremoniously, the young woman dropped the logs onto the deck, holding her hands out to the side just to emphasis the fact that yes, she did just let them fall. "I do hope you realize we are on a boat. Don't you ever forget that. I would rather not be on a makeshift raft watching this craft burn." Though Anara was being crude, she wasn't going to offer any solutions. She had a feeling Ezer knew better anyway, he tended to about everything here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 21:02:35</strong>
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				Ezer laughed. "The deck is so water-logged I doubt a dragon could set it on fire, but your concerns are duely noted." He was sitting on his haunches, his one hand tracing out the last of the sigils necessary for the task at hand. When he was satisfied that the runes were done, he stood back up, stretching languidly. <br><br>He grabbed two of the logs in his large hands and tossed them haphazardly in to the center of the circle of runes, before grabbing the last two and putting them on the north- and south-pointing runes. <br><br>"You'll be over here," he said pointing to the south rune. "When I give you the signal, engulf the log in a blue flame. I'll be over here, doing the same." He stood at the north rune. "After that, all you need to do is keep the fire from burning out while I make the connection.<br><br>"Oh, and you might also want to make sure the deck doesn't set on fire," he added in a teasing tone before kneeling before the log on the north rune. He placed a hand on top of it, looking to Anara, nodding for her to do the same. <br><br>"On the count of three. One," he closed his eyes. "Two," his hand clenched in a fist. "Three," he splayed out his fist and blue fire errupted from his fingertips, engulfing the log in an instant. With both the logs on fire, the blue flame would spread along the lines of the other runes before meeting in the center, igniting the two logs piled there. A strange, hazy blue smoke would billow out from them, lingering above them.<br><br>Looking to see if Anara had a handle on the situation, Ezer stood to his full height and waded through the flames to stand within the blue smoke, coughing lightly before, in front of him, the image of a gangly man, grime caked to his face and grease practically dripping from his hair, looked back. <br><br>"Who- Ezer? What do you want?" his voice was quiet and hurried, as if he was worried he'd be detected by someone. <br><br>"Sleemo, good to see you to. I need information. I'm currently on my way to the Crystal City, and I need to know if anything seems off."<br><br>Sleemo scoffed. "Of course everything's off! The Queen has been dethroned, you idiot! The entire city has turned in to a battlefield."<br><br>Ezer was shocked in to silence. "What are you on about, Sleemo? Who's responsible for this?"<br><br>"Some rich nobleman from the East, goes by the name of Rezanko. Came in to the City a month ago petitioning the council for more men. Two days ago he staged a coup, with the aid of the City guard. Only the Sigilbearers and the Queen's Guard remain loyal. Stay clear, Ezer, that's my advice. Now I'm leaving."<br><br>And with that, the smoke was gone, the fire went out, and Ezer groaned. "This just got a LOT more difficult."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 23:35:29</strong>
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				Again, not entirely sure what was being done here, Anara blindly followed Ezer's lead. She nodded at her lover's every word, kneeling in front of her designated log much like he did. The rune itself was rather intricate, throwing away any notions that it would be nice if she were to learn how to create them and use them properly. She had a gut feeling that there was some latent memory stowed away somewhere in her head where all of this would come to her as second nature, but that was a long shot.<br><br>The woman breathed in deep, folling Ezer's count. At one, she closed her eyes, imagining what this log would look like if it were covered in a blue flame. Two, he said, and Anara channeled that thought into her hand. She could feel a sensation of warmth in her sigil, and at three, it was cast away onto the log in front of her. She was afraid to open her eyes, worried that the worst may have happened. When Ezer was not screaming for his life, and instead speaking to another, Anara sighed in relief.<br><br>Standing straight up, she joined him in the blue smoke. There wasn't much to see except for a man that may have seen better days. As Ezer and he (who she later learned to be Sleemo) spoke, the stranger cast a glance over at Anara, but quickly turned his attentions back to the senior Sigilbearer. Anara could only think to wave at him, distracting him for only a moment until he got to the point of the conversation. The Crystal City was in the middle of, what the dramatic would call, a civil war.<br><br>With the smoke cleared and Ezer clearly not pleased with the development, Anara simply stood there, bewildered by how everything was taking a turn for the worst. "Ezer..." she whispered, as if anything she said would upset him more. "We're to find the queen now and attempt to stop this war now, are we? I'm sure we four will have no problems with that."<br><br>Frustrating.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 01:12:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was pacing back and forth, arms crossed over his broad chest, clearly deep in thought. "We find the Queen if we can. Sleemo mentioned that the only the Sigilbearers and her guard remained loyal to her, which means the army has betrayed her and now follows the usurper, Rezanko. She'll have to abandon the city and flee westward if she hasn't already. <br><br>"Rezanko won't be able to follow immediately, he'll still need to solidify his power-base within the City before he can risk sending his army out to hunt down the Queen. Our best bet is to divert westward and try and catch up with the Queen. This ship's designed for long-term voyages, so she'll suit us well. We can head westward and dock in Port Idis and catch the Queen before she dissapears in to the mountains."<br><br>He looked to Anara and tried to give her a smile. "That'll take two weeks, if not more, to get to. During that time, we'll be training and I'll be teaching you about the Dreaming.<br><br>"Go tell Kay and Nadya what's happened and I'll plot a new course." He didn't wait for her to respond as he turned to run to the wheel house. There was no need to, but his blood was pumping quick and he needed to act swiftly, for himself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 02:15:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anara could only shrug in response. Ezer was going a mile a minute, suggesting this and that but second guessing it all as this was something that demanded more than a simple solution. He addressed five of their problems at once, then suggested that she run along and tell the others about the new troubles they were going to have to deal with. A tiring venture, to say the least. "All right... Just don't go crashing the boat in your haste, Ezer. I would like live to meet a queen."<br><br>She stood there and watched as Ezer took the wheel for a moment before, again, descending below the deck. With another quiet peek in, the scene in the bedroom was much the same, though now Nadya had taken a seat at the foot of the bed, opting to simply watch the lithe elf instead of pacing about.<br><br>"Nadya," Anara started, walking into the room with a hand on the hilt of her weapon. Not for caution as much as comfort, oddly enough. "There's been... a development. The Queen fell victim to a coup and the Crystal City is running riot. Most of the details escape me since Ezer only seems to have one gear when he's stressed: really fast. Apparently we've just changed courses and will be on this boat for another couple of weeks."<br><br>As she finished speaking, the young Sigilbearer kneeled down by the bed, petting Kay's hair softly as if anything harder would alert her and ruin the girl's rest. "She's been through a lot today... I mean we all have but Kay especially..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 06:16:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em><strong>Six days later</strong></em><br><br>They had cleared out the small study space, long since used as a storage room for the very un-studious Nadya, of all they could, leaving the small square room barren except for a thick, incredibly soft shag rug draped along the well worn floor-boards. Ezer had spent the last six days, from wake to sleep, in this room with Anara, grilling her on everything there was to know about the Dreaming. Normally she'd be taught like any other New Born, but their situation didn't allow for that. <br><br>He'd quiz her each night before they went to bed, keeping her up until she got every one of his questions right. It was an incredibly draining experience, but one that was necessary for their survival and, more importantly, their success.<br><br>It was still happening too slowly. Anara needed two months, not two weeks, to really learn what she needed to. Their dire situation had led Ezer to the situation they currently were in.<br><br>The room was filled with the thick haze of incense burning in the corners and the one port-hole had been covered with a thick blanket, blocking all light. The only illumination came from a single candle resting on the rug in the very center of the room. Ezer sat on one side of the candle, Anara across from him. <br><br>He wore nothing but an olive undergarment to cover his privacy, and even in his near-naked state sweat freely dripped down his body. The room was opressively hot. He sat cross-legged, like a monk of sorts, and his hands rested on his knees. He breathed so slowly he could be mistaken for sleeping. <br><br>"This will be tremendously taxing for both of us. During the time we are melded, we experience each other as if we were one being, and our feelings, knowledge and desires combine. It requires a level of trust and intimacy few Sigilbearers have with their instructors, and is thus rarely ever used." He swiped the back of his hand across his eyes to draw away the sweat before opening them to look across at Anara, the flickering of the candle sending long shadows across her face and body. <br><br>"The benefits are tremendous. What you'd learn in a week is accomplished in a handful of hours. The meld is intense, and emotions are incredibly strong during the ritual. You need to stay calm throughout, or else the meld will break."<br><br>He lifted his hands and extended them toward Anara. "Take my hands, and let your mind go blank. You'll know when the meld has been made. You'll feel me, more intimately than you could ever feel me physically."<br><br>His own eyes closed and he let his mind free itself of the burdens of the past two weeks. All that existed now was Anara, sitting across from him, and himself.<br><br>Then the meld began.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 00:04:38</strong>
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				As much as she loved acquainting herself with everything that was the Dreaming, a crash course wasn't what she was expecting, especially not in this manner. Here she was, in a dark room with nothing but a candle and Ezer. Her garments were a pure white, but now with the exertions that he had her going through, they tacked onto her in perspiration, their purity drenched in her sweat, no doubt leaving nothing to the imagination.<br><br>Her mind was just as tired as her body. Rarely did she sleep during this time. She knew that if the circumstances were different, if the Baron didn't tell them to run along to Crystal City, if the Queen wasn't left without anything to rule. If things went as anyone could have foreseen, then she'd be back in that mansion, learning under those whose lives were dedicated to the art of teaching. Ezer cared for Anara, but times called for her to learn this, and learn quickly. Which brought on today's subject. Melding.<br><br>"Calm... Easy, Ezer. You know I'm comfortable with no one else but you." Anara spoke to reassure both of them. It perhaps meant a bit more to her as she was confessing her feelings once again, but it wasn't something new by any means. "We'll be perfectly fine."<br><br>Following his instructions, Anara took her lovers hands in her own. She watched him as he closed his eyes, looking as peaceful as ever. "Calm..." She told herself again, her eyelids coming together to ensure that lovely boy was the last thing on her mind before it all went blank, black. It didn't last for very long.<br><br>The quiet scene blew passed Anara before she could even take another slow breath in. The young woman opened her eyes to find that same blackness, but she was sure she could feel a breeze. She tried to look around, but as soon as her head turned to the side, that breeze turned into a whirlwind, shoving her harshly to the ground. Or at least it felt like the ground. The sheer force that she felt caused her eyes to close again, and once they opened, that blackness was gone. If that was the case, you'd think that the meld had failed, that Anara was back in that dark room on Nadya's boat as it coursed through the seas toward the Western coast. <br><br>Not so.<br><br>Anara shot up, sitting up straight. Her hands immediately went to patting herself, to be sure that everything was where it should be. Her near-transparent clothing was replaced with a thin, free-flowing long dress. Her hair that was previously matted to her skin from the sweat was now neatly tucked away in between her shoulder blades thanks to a number of pins and bands. The Sigilbearer's second observation was much more... concerning.<br><br>She sat in the middle of a stone path, buildings on either side of it. There were a few paths that branched off between the structures, but were obviously darkened in comparison. There were signs before each doorway to the buildings, clearly reading 'Fae', 'Politics', 'Sigils', and the like. It was as if Anara were standing in the middle of a marketplace for knowledge. This must be the melding... or at least how she perceives the melding to be. Or is this what she and Ezer constructed through their subconscious? Ironic how she had done this melding in the pursuit of knowledge, but she so far it has only created more questions.<br><br>"Ezer?" Anara called out, slowly standing up, looking either which way as she did. "Ezer!?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow and Rachubka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 03:25:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ezer was standing in a rather sparsely decorated room, a simple mahogany desk sporting an old inking quill, a sheave of blank paper and, on both flanking walls, empty book cases. <br><br>Looking down at himself, he noted with some interest the peculiar, ‘old-style’ outfit he wore: a knee-length, black frock with a pin-stripe black waistcoat and a dove-white cravat hanging from his neck. His pants were of the same material as the waistcoat and he wore a pair of highly polished black shoes upon his feet. He looked like a man of impeccable taste and dress. <br><br>“Interesting,” he said as a comment as he made his way out of the small one room office. The door abruptly opened out on to a wide avenue lined by impressive white buildings. Looking to his left, he saw the avenue end at the foot of an immensely tall, domed building of Romanesque splendour, equally white but with a dome crafted from gold and inset with precious jewels.&nbsp; To the right the avenue continued until it disappeared on the horizon. <br><br>He couldn’t tell if this artificial mind-city extended beyond the single avenue, but when he heard Anara’s voice calling him, carried far on the cushion of silence, he knew his answer. He made for a brisk walk toward her voice, weaving through a small path in-between white buildings until he came out on a side path, as straight as the avenue but barely wide enough for a carriage. <br><br>The buildings lining said path were much smaller and built from a simple gray stone, which he noted with some interest, before he saw Anara standing in the center. <br><br>Walking over, he placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it lightly. <br><br>“I’m right here,” he said with a smile. His black hair, usually messy and ‘natural’, was combed and slicked back away from his face, leaving him looking much more refined and reserved than he truly was.<br><br>“This place is something else, isn’t it?” he asked as he looked around, noting the signs hanging above the wooden doors. “Duplicates... we haven’t fully melded yet, or else there wouldn’t be all these side streets. Give it a few days and we’ll be fine.<br><br>“Alright, so this place is something that our subconscious has created to suit our needs. We need a quiet place where you can study and I can teach, and enough time to do it. It is kind of plain, though.” He gave the side-street one more look around before turning to face Anara. <br><br>“Lesson one. Make this side street come alive. Make it look like someone was preparing for a big party. Think about that, and I’ll help make it ‘real’.”<br>
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