Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)
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				Title: <strong>Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 23:14:53</strong>
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				As with everything, the King was stubborn and repugnant; every village they scoured for the past several months had been distasteful to his refined sense and unable to appease his posh cravings. This was what wealth and privilege bred, weakness beyond measure that was worshipped by the masses, for they feared the powerful army that the rich commanded. Iblis had all but lost hope that they would ever find a woman that would live up to the impossible standards that his pathetic master set; but when they reached the border town on the northeast side of the kingdom everything changed. Stonewall was an attractive and peaceful place, untouched by the savagery of the King's war and villainy; it was in this pristine haven that they found the rare gem so named Adoria.<br><br>While the King was consumed with the more trivial details, discussing compensation and business with the young brides father, Iblis could not pry his eyes from the young maiden for she was the most beautiful creature his wise eyes had ever beheld. They did not linger in Stonewall for long, the King had been most excited to return to his castle in the south to begin preparations for the future. It was with a heavy sigh and a mournful heart that Iblis carried out his duty and escorted Adoria to the castle, she had been issued the east wing all to herself in order to assure her comfort over the many months leading up to the royal wedding.<br><br>It wasn't uncommon for the King to entrust Iblis with important tasks, for he was the most gifted swordsmen within the ranks of the army, as well as a proficient and powerful mage. Much of his magic had been put to the test as he weaved webs of sorcery to manipulate the earth and build the perfect setting for the evenings gala. The earth rose up like a wave from the ground, crumbling and forming at his command until the courtyard was reshaped into an oasis worthy of the future Queen. Wild flowers flanked the centre stage, which was formed from marble, and erupting from the right side of the grandiose garden was a massive waterfall that showered the entire area in a thin, warm mist. The construction had drained Iblis of much of his strength, but the last touch had to be added.<br><br>"May the warmth of the earth fuel this fire," he whispered beneath his breath; the flow of a celtic dance commanded him and his body moved with a grace that was both fierce and sexual. The runes that had been tattooed on his palms by the elders of his former village began to glow red as the magic found him, and as his movements heated to become inlaid with passion. Sparks filled his hands and erupted into flame. Iblis commanded the flame and it answered him eagerly; he manipulated the immense heat to melt the rock on the left side of the courtyard and build a gorgeous effigy in honour of the future Queen.<br><br>Exhausted from his efforts, Iblis sank down to his knees and began to breath deeply; the cold air soothed him. He glanced up and noticed a shadow lingering in the window that belonged to Adoria, he silently wished that she had witnessed the effort he had put forth for her. He shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts, the act sent his crimson hair cascading down his rugged face to veil his eyes. Once his breath had returned, Iblis lifted himself from the marble flooring he had created and returned to the castle. His room was kept in the lowest basement among the dungeons. It was here that he would prepare himself for the evening, soon the countless guests would arrive to flaunt their wealth and bore one another with talk of frivolity and mediocrity.<br><br>The attire he had chosen was both attractive and elegant; his coat was knee length and as black as the night sky, the edges had been embroidered in a crimson fabric that resonated with the use of magic to glow faintly. He wore no shirt, the hard muscles of his large chest and chiseled abdominals were covered only by a few runic tattoos that belonged to his people. Lastly, his pride was covered by a tasteful pair of black dress trousers that matched his coat. After brushing a red strand of hair from his green eyes he decided it was time he arrived to entertain the guests with magic and conversation, but admittedly he wanted nothing more than to avoid their silent mockery and ignorance.<br><br>While the crowd appeared to be slightly impressed by his work, the full effect of the setting seemed to go under-appreciated; they truly had no understanding of the difficulty involved in such dramatic magic. However, his frustration faded as his emerald gaze fell upon the graceful figure of Adoria; she had an elegance that surpassed the high class, and a presence that made his heart pound faster than normal. The King did not deserve such a woman, he was tactless, foolish, and barely beyond a swine. The crowd parter and he saw that she was alone, the opportunity would be brief if he was not swift; Iblis stepped across the earth and his magic summoned him to stand at her back. The warmth of his large, strong hand found her slender fingers and held them tenderly as he whispered with his rugged voice to her ear.<br><br>"A woman so beautiful should be dancing, expressing her passion and shimmering like the diamond she is for all to see..." his breath moistened her skin for he was so close, and he turned her in his grasp so that she was staring into his bare chest. "It would weigh heavy on my heart, to see such a precious creature standing so still when he soul beckons to the flow of music and rhythm," he tucked a long strand of crimson hair behind his ear and smiled, it was a look laced with hungry passion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 00:13:04</strong>
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				For years, Adoria had led what some might have called a sad and cursed life; though her father was Duke of Stonewall, and ranked well among the nobility of the King's court, the demense that had been entrusted to his careful oversight was as far-flung from the seat of the kingdom as it could be without being an outright insult to his station. At the very least, the many days' ride that it would take to reach Court was such that the young woman was never called upon to travel it, even on the rare occasion that her father found business to do so. Far from Court, far from Society, far from the fashion and gossip and intrigues that whirled and eddied at the King's feet. Bereft of all that, many would have pitied her.<br><br>Yet her situation suited the young woman just fine; Father had brought the necessary tutors across the distance to see to it that she was well educated, taught in verse and song, to write with a pretty hand, and to ride with elegant stature upon horseback. These and the many other worthwhile pursuits, she bent her attention to with a will somewhat surprising to those who taught her - perhaps all the more attentive because her attention was not divided among that and the demands of a noblewoman in the midst of fine society.<br><br>Yet as she grew into her majority, though she did not go to society, it came of its own accord to her. One fine day found a servant dashing out from the main house to recover the young woman from her somewhat less than ladylike explorations of the untended gardens that lay beyond the extensive horse paddocks. The hurried return to the house became a flurry of washing-up and changing to better clothing, followed by sitting quietly for quite some time in the parlour with her father, a thin and bickery man who put her in the mind of an irritable heron, and a fellow who seemed rather like a flame-haired giant. What attention she did pay to the discussion revealed the heron-man to be the King, and further, to be her future husband.<br><br>The other man, this Iblis who seemed to be containing something mysterious that strained at the seams of his very person, struck her as being far more interesting, and it made the tediously long journey all the more pleasant to do so in his company.<br><br>Bookending the tedium of the journey were the flurries of activity that accompanied first her departure, and then her arrival at the castle. Due to her impending attachment to the royal family, Adoria found herself installed in an entire wing of the castle, which alone rivaled the entirety of Stonewall manor for sheer size, and several servants to look after her needs, besides. She would of course, a harried steward informed her as she stood in the midst of arranging and unpacking as if she were in the calm eye of a strange storm, be able to choose her own ladies in waiting from the nobility in the days to come, following her general introduction at the Gala.<br><br>Finally, pleading weariness, she drove everyone from the room, and closed the door with a relieved sigh. Certainly they all meant to look after her, it was clear, and yet to have so many bodies in her room and in her things was quite disconcerting, given that until recently she had made a habit of spending as much of her time as her father allowed out of doors, and on her own. Stonewall Manor, and the village beyond, was surprisingly safe given its proximity to the border; she was rather certain that her father turning a deliberately blind eye to the trading that crossed from Stonewall to the little village on the far side of the nearby pass (as well as her own father's delicate trade in fine horseflesh with his noble counterpart beyond) served to make the place quite free from the strife that might normally plague such a place.<br><br>Feeling the need to breath, she went to a window to push open on her own - and was greeted with the most fantastic of sights. In the courtyard before her, earth and stone flowed like water, and water sprung forth from it like from a pierced waterskin. Fabulous falls of wildflowers pushed forth and into bloom like the paper flowers that erupted in the hands of traveling street magicians. But this was no parlor trick to coax pennies from delighted children. The king's champion stood in the midst of it, a twisting, elemental wonder in his own right as he called forth a fire to rival that of the sun, as it melted and forced to shape the very rock before him. And that shape was her own.<br><br>She could only stare, even as it was done, and he fell to his knees in the middle of the transformed and now-silent courtyard. Stepping toward the window, Adoria lifted a hand against the frame to steady herself. To even watch the working of such raw power was dizzying, and she feared that perhaps it had overwrought the man. But he moved, with a shake of his head, and she stepped back from the window; one step, to watch him go, and then another, turning away to seek a glass of water, before choosing what to wear for the coming festivities of the evening. Guided, perhaps, by the unearthly glow of the runes that had stood out upon the royal Champion's person, she chose a gown with a belled skirt of deep black velvet to offset a brilliant scarlet bodice made of the same. The gown rose again out of the top of the corseted bodice, curving up into a high-necked collar and long, draping sleeves drawn partly back with slim scarlet ribbons. Another of the same she wove into her hair, drawing it back from the sides of her face but allowing it to fall free down her back.<br><br>With the setting of the sun, she answered His Majesty's summons, and was gratified that he looked her over and, though pursing his lips, nodded his approval before she was absorbed into the train of courtiers that were close to him, a hand resting lightly in the crook of his elbow to emerge into the courtyard. The weight of hundreds of eyes suddenly falling upon him, and then squarely on herself as a herald called for silence and she was announced as the Princess Apparent, soon to be bride of His Royal Majesty, was staggering and nearly palpable. Thankfully, as music struck up anew and she was guided into the crowd to begin accepting introductions from those always too ready to find any foothold by which they might climb closer to the social heights, many people's attention turned away to their own more immediate affairs.<br><br>Much to her relief, Iblis appeared, and began to bend his unusual talent to the entertainment of the crowd. It did not seem to impress many of them as it did her, and Adoria did not understand why. It was a raw power, bent to the man's own will, and astonishing to her. It did, at least, draw enough attention off her that she was able to slip away from the raised flat stage in the middle of the courtyard, seeking space and solace near a bank of flowers very much like ones that grew in Stonewall. It was there that she felt a strange shift behind her, as if there had been a puff of breeze, and a hand slid into her own. The warmth of it was pleasing, and her fingers curled in response to gently squeeze back.<br><br>The whispered words curled into her ear, making her shiver a little at the damp intimacy of such closeness, and a touch of color to echo her bodice rose to her cheeks. So was it thus that finally her future husband proposed to begin his suit of her as more than simply a transaction with her father and a household business to be taken care of? Gladly she turned - and found herself face to flesh with a bare chest, rather than her King. Startled, her eyes widened, and jolted upward, sapphire in the light of the countless oil lamps that had been strung to overhang the courtyard. Garnet hair, emerald eyes, and an expression in the sorceror's features that plumbed her stomach.<br><br>"Iblis," she murmured, before she quite caught and then corrected herself. "My lord, you do me too great a kindness with those words. Yet I would fain see you brought suffering due to a lack upon my part, particularly after what you have done to create so uncommonly fine a fete," she said, only a little haltingly. Her head tilted and gaze shifted, taking in the much-changed courtyard with an appreciative smile. "But it is too untoward to dance alone, regardless of the call of the song; I've not yet been asked."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 00:54:58</strong>
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				There was a melody present in her angelic voice that sang a long and epic tale of lust and romance to his heart; such a woman came rare even to this world of magic and mysticism. She inspired heat in his core with the lightest squeeze of her fingers to his, and the expression of shock upon her face when at last she realized who he was brought a thin sheen of sweat to his powerful muscles, making them glow in the dim light of the oil lanterns all around them. To witness the curves of her body in such flattering attire caused his lips to part and a deep sigh to escape the moist gateway that was his lips. With emerald eyes fixed upon those inviting sapphires, he stole a long look into the artwork that was her soul.<br><br>"The aristocratic can only see beauty within the reflection of a mirror," still he whispered, words soft as silk and dripping with honeyed-tone. "I care not for their approval, for my effort and sweat was wrought for one person," he glanced around at his creations before looking back at Adoria. "It all pales in comparison to her beauty, I tried in vain to capture it, but such a thing cannot be recreated," the caress of his free hand along the curve of her cheek was masked by the dimness of the light. "Dance with me, dear Adoria. I long to feel the passionate flow of your beauty so close..." his hand let go of her slender digits and wrapped instinctively around he waist.<br><br>He clutched her possessively, through the caress of his powerful hand at the small of her back it was clear that something within his soul yearned to know her. The music was slow paced, but had the beat been any quicker they would have surely drawn negative attention from her preoccupied fiance. Iblis placed his other hand against her hip and began to guide her movements with his own. The closeness of their steps pressed the crimson fabric of her corset against his hard flesh which glistened with a thin layer of sweat. Feeling the rise of her bosom against his body forced his eyes to shut, and in response the magic bent to his will and thickened the mist in the courtyard to better obscure his actions.<br><br>"Your body responds so wonderfully to the music," his hand moved a fraction lower on her hip and he twirled her with enough force to enhance the flow of their rhythm. As she drew back into his arms his hand grasped the small of her back, applying just enough pressure to make her arch and expose her neck. Her flesh was enticing in a way beyond description; the temptation to taste her soft skin ebbed away at his resolve. "The heat beneath your skin, and the race of your pulse is so exciting," he spoke quietly to her, keeping her body trapped against his as he moved his mouth over the creamy skin of her neck.<br><br>"I can feel the prowess of a wild spirit beneath this flesh, aching to be let free to dance," his mouth touched the exposed cleavage peeking out from her corset, promising heavenly pleasures beneath the surface. "If only the floor belonged to us, the wild rhythm we could summon would be able to burn away these garments..." As Iblis looked back into her eyes his hand brushed down between the valley of her breasts, applying enough pressure to feel the swell of her womanly figure before his palm rested against her stomach where her navel was located. <br><br>"Your eyes shine like sapphires; they make the even the brightest stars seem dull.."he relinquished his hold on her lower back and brought his hand slowly up her stomach. It moved between the valley of her breasts once more to caress her bare skin and rest a few inches below her neckline. He whispered to the magic and condensed the elements beneath their feet and all around them until a golden chain hung from her neck, holding a sapphire the size of a robins egg.<br><br>"A token," he smiled, "Never let the light in your soul grow dull."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 02:03:25</strong>
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				A portion of the young woman argued fervently that she should not dance with anyone until the King had had the first pleasure of such an association. But another part of her, frankly, quite wanted to dance, and moreover wished to dance with this man - who, by his grip upon her fingers and then her waist, clearly had no intention of allowing her to gracefully withdraw. "You have done me a great honor, my lord," she murmured with a gentle smile, her gaze sweeping the flowers and tumbling waterfall, before following the draw of his hands and feet into the dance that awaited them.<br><br>"If you insist," she responded, her gaze darting to him and then slipping away to take in the marvelous sights he had created that surrounded them; her tummy flipped oddly within, at his unabashed comparison of such beauty to her own self being found lacking. "Though you are far too kind..."<br><br>Adoria trailed off as to follow him in the dance required more concentration than she expected. He did not move in the patient rote that she had learned from her dancing tutors under her governess' watchful eye. Her hand curled more firmly around his own, the other lifting to lay upon the front of his shoulder, where she could feel the subtle shift and play of the muscles beneath his coat, much as she could feel the rippling of a horse's muscle beneath its hide as she rode. She was about to begin to push gently, to try to gain a modicum of space between them, when she found herself thrust out in a dizzying whirl. There was naught but to follow the drag and flow of his guiding hands, lest she otherwise fall.<br><br>Yet it was not only his hands that moved her, but the music as well. She delighted in music, and to be able to move to it as if it were a body of water enveloping and pushing against her form was a sweet freedom despite the closeness of the crowds in the broad courtyard. Above it, though, he spoke... such things that somehow unnerved her, that she felt increasingly certain that even the King's Champion should not be saying to his future Queen.<br><br>"The dancing, it makes me warm," she responded falteringly, trying to explain away how the pulse in her exposed neck raced beneath the touch of his skin - of his mouth, the young woman realized with a jolt of shock, aghast at his blatant daring as his lips traveled down the pale swath of skin laid bare by the open collar of her gown. The trail of touch felt afire, and a part of her imagined wildly that, were she to look at it, she would find her own skin ablaze as his had been in the creation of the statue on the far side of the stage.<br><br>But the floor does NOT belong to us!" she protested, with greater strength than she quite felt - and then she had no words as his hand slid quite unseemly down the centre of her bosom, to rest upon a belly that was surging with breaths quickened by his dancing and his rakish pursuit of her. "My, my eyes... are meant to shine for our King," she blustered pointedly, followed by a sharp inhalation as his fingers came to rest upon the skin just below her throat, around which a warm weight came inexplicably into being.<br><br>Tearing her eyes from his, her hand fluttered to the stone that hung at her throat, lifting it to gaze on, and then curling tightly around it as if to hide it from all gaze, including her own. "You have been by turns to kind, too bold, and now too generous by half," she whispered urgently, twisting to try to face him properly. "I think perhaps it is that you mean to mock me before these people - to unbalance me with your untoward touch and too-familiar words!" Her heart was racing, but she set a palm against his bare chest, pushing firmly to try to gaina measure of distance from the heat of his graceful form.
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				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 02:38:41</strong>
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				Even in the light of mistrust and disapproval, her features were soft and tender in a way that made him feel weak at the very joint of his knees. It was not anger that roared up from his belly in response to her accusations, nor was it any other righteous emotion that would swell the typical noble. Rather, he felt a tinge of sorrow course through his veins, for to be so misinterpreted by such a woman was truly a tragedy. The strength that was present in her character inspired him, and in that moment he knew that he could never allow the King to place his wretched hands upon her heavenly graces. So when her palm pressed to the hard muscles of his chest he caught it, trapping it against his flesh so she could feel the racing beat of his heart.<br><br>"You dare to feel the beat of my heart and tell me that I aim to mock you?" he called the mystic and it enveloped them, together they faded from the crowd as if they had never been and appeared in a small alcove he had created behind the powerful flow of the waterfall. They stood surrounded by the artwork of his people, shimmering in jade and onyx, and through the stone was a small pathway that lead behind the structure. "The mockery is these people, the King himself, they mock you by pretending they are worthy of your company," he pulled her closer so that she could feel the race of his heart through her bosom.<br><br>"He would have you caged and robbed of the wild beauty that makes your soul so delicious," he guided her through the tunnel; as they passed through the archway of stone they came into the true masterpiece of his creation. This secret grove he had made just for her. The grass was long and wild, filled with the many vibrant colours that blanketed the forests of her homeland. At the centre he had built a pond with a clear shoreline and serene waters, which glowed as if the moon was nestled beneath the surface.<br><br>"Your King would have you lose yourself, only to find him; I made this place, so that you can keep yourself" he turned and pulled her into the warmth of his arms, fixing emerald to sapphire for a lengthy stare. Iblis reached into the pocket of his coat and removed a silk blindfold that was embroidered with the same crimson fabric of his coat. He tied it behind her lush hair and covered her eyes with the fabric, "Relax, I would never harm you," his fingers brushed her cheek and waved beneath her nose, inspiring the sweet scents and aromas of her childhood. <br><br>"For when you miss the smell of sage, fire mountain flowers, or the sight of the mountains. All you need to do is wear this cloth and it shall guide you back to this grove where you can basque in the happiness of those memories," his lips were only an inch from hers as he spoke, letting the moisture of his sweet breath stain her opened mouth.<br><br>"Soon, the prison that is aristocracy will descend, and you will find yourself wishing for just one more moment of peace. I made this place so that you can keep the brightness of your soul shining, so that you don't become broken and miserable like I." Iblis moved his fingers with a strong caress up the groove of her spine as he spoke, forcing her that much closer to the heat of his body. His other hand kept her slender fingers against his chest so she could feel the heavy beat of his heart, which now beat with the same rhythm as her own.<br><br>"I regret taking the King to your land, for the thought of his touch upon you makes me green with envy and taught with rage." Iblis pressed his lips against hers for a deep and hungry kiss; he pressed so close he could feel the silk headband touch his forehead. Just as his tongue was attempting to pry apart her lips he withdrew to steal a breath. "Your kiss is the sweetest thing I have ever tasted, every bit of you has infected my senses..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 03:21:29</strong>
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				Her attempt to put distance between them failed entirely; her hand was trapped by his against the warm, bare flesh of his chest. Before she had even a moment's time to protest, the world around them blurred and reformed into damp air, the glittering roar of the tumbling waterfall, and the breathtaking walls of the hidden alcove surrounding them. To have seen him perform his work earlier in the day had been amazing. To have it performed upon her, whisking her into such a place, stole the very words from her lips.<br><br>Then she was drawn close, and her breath caught and held; she could feel beneath her hand and in her bosom the heavy thrum of his heart before her, and she knew not what to say. The King himself, unworthy of her? It was unthinkable, given how his station towered over her own... and yet as Iblis swung into motion, pulling her after him through the tunnel, she found herself enlivened by an unexpected thrill, that he thought so highly of her.<br><br>She considered, as she followed, marshaling her protests of the truth of the situation - but coming out into the grove, she was stunned into silence by the sight and scents of home. The flowers she knew had grown fewer and further between, the more they had traveled away from Stonewall, and she'd imagined the minor appearance of a few of them in the redecorated courtyard to be a sweet but temporary token reminder of her roots. In the midst of it all, the pond glowed most unearthly, and she began to step toward it, utterly taken.<br><br>His arms winding around her, pulling her against him, and her hands lifted reflexively to settle upon his hips, holding firm, but not yet pushing away. Her lips pursed as he brought the silk swath of crimson up to lay over her eyes, but as she inhaled to decry it, she smelled the sharp and spicey perfumes of the mountain flowers and grasses. Was life at Court truly so terrible as he made it sound, so entrapping and stultifying? She felt certain her father would not have so easily released her to a situation designed to wither a strong spirit, yet she had seen with what ease she was gauged and largely dismissed by many of the courtiers.<br><br>"I thought already you gave me too great a gift," she murmured as he held her hand to his chest beneath the edge of his coat. "But this is far beyond even that, far more than I deserve from you." His heart thudded against his ribs, into her palm, and her fingers flexed faintly upon his chest. She was glad for the blindfold he had bound upon her, then, as his admission made her cheeks darken. What was it she had done, to earn such unexpected devotion from the very closest and most trusted of the King's Own?<br><br>"Iblis, I-" her halting attempt to begin addressing his passion was cut short by his mouth pressing upon hers, words becoming a startled and muffled cry against his lips. The kiss drew on until she was breathless, and when he gave her a reprieve, she panted softly for air. "Stop," she whispered, though her forehead remained resting against his own. He had dizzied her, and yet now was the only solid thing to keep her upon her feet. "I can't - you shouldn't... this is not right. And surely he will miss me soon." Her hand left his hip and crept up between them, brushing his cheek as well as her own on her way to the edge of the bandana, seeking to draw it off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 03:53:40</strong>
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				Within the perfection of that kiss he could feel her guard begin to soften. She had protested and fought, but a part of her felt the same craving that was driving him to do these things, to push the boundaries and discover what beauty lied beneath the surface. A great sense of comfort washed over him as he felt her hand creep across his cheek, but when she drew to remove the blindfold he caught her hand and held it still. "You are right, we don't have much time before the King begins to wonder where his future bride is..." he paused and lifted the blindfold from her eyes so she could see the truth in his. "Or will he? Has he said one tender word to you since you met, has he treated you for even one moment like a woman, or has it only been like a possession?"<br><br>Iblis caught her chin and lifted her gaze to his while resting their foreheads together, "To him, you are nothing more than an asset to his kingdom and wealth, another conquest. He will never make you feel like a woman, he can't make your knees weak, your breath hold, or your bold tingle..." his left hand traced down her back as he spoke until it cupped her firm ass, he squeezed it hungrily in his strong palm.<br><br>"I want to be the man that makes you feel these things, that makes your head swim with emotion and your legs quiver with anticipation," he moved his mouth down her neck as he spoke, placing kisses down her creamy skin until his saliva could pool in the small crevice that formed between the exposed tops of her breasts. "Tell me, that when I touch you it doesn't make you feel alive and I will stop," his fingers kneaded into her bottom through the skirt of her gown; his other hand pulled at ties that bound her crimson corset to her body. The fabric grew limp as he untied it, and soon it barely clung to her body, his hand moved up and hungrily pulled it from her chest to expose the smooth fabric of her elegant dress.<br><br>Iblis watched her chest rise slowly with each breath, his fingers found the lace at the front of her dress, and he stared into her eyes. "I won't let him have you, you're meant to be with me," his words were the echo of a whisper as he untied the front of her dress. He let it sink down just enough to expose a delicious helping of her cleavage before letting his mouth taste the exposed flesh. His tongue drew the circles and lines of a rose upon her skin before he kissed her jawline. Iblis cupped her left breast, holding her chest so he could feel her heart beat.<br><br>"Tell me, you don't feel something when I touch you, and that you never want to know me, and I will disappear from your presence.." his arms wrapped around her in a tight embrace, hugging that which he feared to let go of. It was a ancient story that his people shared with their children, of the courage to claim that which you loved, and never it get from your grasp for as long as you lived. The King had devastated his clan with his armies, betraying their peaceful nature, but he could not let him do the same to Adoria. He nibbled on her earlobe as he returned to reality, and his voice came quietly.<br><br>"I'll protect you from his evil, I promise that..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 04:22:54</strong>
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				With the blindfold drawn away, she blinked a moment, in part from the sudden light and in part from finding her vision filled with the brilliant emerald of his eyes. She almost smiled in relief as he agreed with her - but froze when he suggested, instead, that she was nothing more than a possession to their King. Coupled with the bold touch of his hand upon her rear, she uttered a gasp that spoke volumes of the upwelling of her slow-burning anger inside.<br><br>"He is our KING!" she pointed out in protest, jerking her chin from his hand - a movement that left her neck all too available for the sudden onslaught of his kisses, moist and warm upon her throat, yet making her unexpectedly shiver as if his touch had given her a chill. Her hands lifted, seeking purchase on his sweat-slicked chest to try to put him off from her, even as he twitched open the laces of her corset, and then the smooth velvet gown that lay beneath. Adoria was forced to pull her hands from him and wrap them about herself to keep the garments from falling.<br><br>"With you? But I'm promised to- oh!" she gasped as his mouth sank to the exposed crest of her bosom, and then drove up to her jaw, pushing her head up and back a little. Finally, his hand slid onto the curve of one breast, beneath which her heart was pounding wildly in anger, in confusion, and with some other sensation to which she had not the wherewithal to put a name.<br><br>"I cannot deny," she says hoarsely as her head lowered to look upon him anew, "That I do feel things from your touch - strange things indeed. But you know as well as I why it is I have come to this place. I am to marry him and be his Queen. This has been agreed to willingly and in good faith, and I do hope that some fondness will grow between he and I. I had hoped that you might prove an aid to me with that. But this - Iblis, you dance along the edge of treason in touching me so, and if you fall, you will take me with you. I do not wish that for either of us - from what I have been told, you have always served him in good stead, and His Majesty as put all his armies to bear in protecting this kingdom and all of us who reside within. There is no evil in that!"<br><br>It was the longest speech she had managed to get out, and it spilled from her lips in a rush to rival the waterfall, followed by a wrenching twist as she strove to pull herself bodily from his arms. She felt lightheaded with the enormity of what was happening, all of it seeming to pass too quickly to stay abreast of - and so she turned her attention and her trembling fingers, as she neared the shore of that moonglow pool, to pulling tight the lacing of her gown, and then stretching behind to try to fumblingly do the same to the crimson corset.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 04:47:54</strong>
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				For someone so young she could command the power of words with the wisdom of a sage, but it was wasted upon him for her ignorance to the truth was equal to the rest of her wretched noble kind. Had he misjudged her so poorly, was she just another sheep in the flock of fools that followed the King so blindly? Iblis suddenly felt weighed down by the crushing presence of a deep sorrow. It was anger that flowed through his veins, though mingled with his desire for this woman, he could barely contain the strength that was now aching to be set free. The flow of his magic was enhanced by emotions, whether negative or positive, and at this moment he felt as though he could move mountains with his will.<br><br>"I thought you were different, you seemed so special," his voice was dripping with a newfound disdain, a hurt that echoed in this little world he had made for her. "I have served that pig out of necessity, because he holds the few that remain of my clan as slaves. You believe him to be a protector? He slaughtered my kind under the guise of an olive branch because he feared our potential. Now he forces me to play the role of his champion so that he can use my power to obtain more land and coin." With a snap of his fingers the corset was restored to her back, and the wrinkles had been removed from her gown.<br><br>"I felt such a connection to you, but you're a fool like the rest, return to your King. You deserve each other," the world faded around them and Adoria was left standing amongst the crowd as if nothing had ever changed. However, Iblis did not return to the party. In his angst and misery he returned to the dungeon, deep enough beneath the surface of the earth that none would hear his screams of agony and rage, nor hear him weave new creations that changed the very make up of the castle. In the years that he had been kept under the control of the King, he had rebuilt the castle in subtle ways, moving walls and creating passageways that suited his needs.<br><br>It was one of these passageways that took him far from the castle to the woods outside the city, the only source of refuge and solace he could afford without drawing the eyes of more people that wished to abuse his gift for their own purposes. In this place he could be normal, and freely allow his power to flow, inspiring new growth and life to be stimulated by the raw energy that drifted off of his very flesh. So it was that he stripped away his clothes and sank down to his waist in the river, absorbing the water to empower his spell until the forest had grown several miles in diameter; he built himself an oasis to contain what remained of his sanity, and yet it did not mend the pain that resided in him for misjudging Adoria so terribly.<br><br>"I promise, you won't see another year as the monarch of this land; destroying the peaceful druids of my homeland will be your undoing..." Iblis drew the elements from the soil and used them to create a fluid comprised of gold and silver. It burned his flesh to form a seal, a symbol of gold and silver intertwined to mark the promise he had just made. Never had someone been so gifted at the craft, and he would use this power to destroy the King, with or without Adoria at his side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 05:15:35</strong>
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				She did not turn as he spoke; she did not need to, as somehow his voice seemed to expand, to fill the space around them. It was thick with anger, with disgust, and her stomach twisted sickly to see how soon after those passionately sweet words he had spoken to her, that he could now find her so abruptly repugnant. And yet he gave her the kindness to fix her clothing as if it had been untouched, before returning her to the ball in the courtyard. It was as if nothing changed, except that he was not there, and there was now that necklace dangling at her throat.<br><br>Somewhat shellshocked, she simply stared around at the crowd, until she was drawn into greeting some simpering baroness whose name slipped from her head just as soon as it entered. Her mind whirled, racing with what Iblis said. It was treasonous, surely, to think that his majesty had slaughtered some of the people in his own kingdom. And yet... yet Iblis' pain, his anger, had practically crawled across her skin he felt so strongly.<br><br>Whenever she could, until she had to excuse herself from the party by rightly pleading a weariness in the aftermath of her long journey, she asked after the thing, his practices, expansions, and the people from whom the Champion hailed. It was all easily done, under the guise of being a sweet but clueless creature from the far side of the kingdom, which was precisely the sort of way to get the nobles to talk, each wanting to boast of their prowess, and to impress the Princess Apparent with this or that juicy tidbit of information or rumor.<br><br>Her head was ringing with it when finally she returned to her rooms and closed all of it out, undressing in only the light that reflected in from the courtyard; lost in the folds of her gown, she found a length of folded crimson cloth that smelled, when she drew it close, of the hillside forests of home. Tears prickled her eyes as she settled in to bed.<br><br>A maid awakened her the next day, and she hid the scrap of cloth deep beneath her pillows before rising to begin several busy days. She was measured for a variety of clothing more suitable to her rising station, and had to direct the unpacking and placement of her things. There was the wing to familiarize herself with, the King to view audience with, although never in such a way that she could simply spend time speaking to the man. He was busy, she knew, and yet it made Iblis' angry parting words rankle. Then there were her own tasks of hosting the women of the nobility, trying to do so in an order that would keep from causing too many slights. It was a prime opportunity for gossip and information, and she largely kept quiet, taking in what she could of the conversations; from among all those women, she chose three to serve as her ladies in waiting.<br><br>From rising to sleeping she was kept busy, until finally she could stand it no longer. The people were many, the castle was hot, and the scent of flowers seemed to be fading even from the hidden piece of cloth, while the ones sprouted in the courtyard were growing dim. Excusing herself early from a small reception and encouraging her ladies to stay behind, she strode swiftly through the castle, following the twisting hallways until she located what seemed to be a servant's entrance near the kitchen. It led out to the kitchen gardens, and with a sigh of relief she ducked out, knowing that such serviceable gardens would lead to more decorative ones, and perhaps a forest.<br><br>Her presumption was well rewarded as the ground beneath her softly shod feet grew more uneven, and she found herself from time to time needing to hoist her pale blue skirts to step over a log, or even clamber over a tumble of small boulders. Most unladylike, but it delighted her to finally be alone again for a time, to be surrounded by things wild and growing. She even came across a river, and turned to follow its shores for a time, letting its rushy, whispery burble soothe her as she turned over the many things she had learned about her husband to be, and the druids that had given him his Champion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 05:48:06</strong>
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				In the days that passed since the evening of his descent into madness, there had been little time to focus on things unrelated to battle. The King wished for him to silently rid him of a northern tribe of farmers that were standing in the way of a large cultivation project he had arranged with other lords. In order to sharpen his wits and dampen his emotions he had spent the days in the exterior courtyards where the guards engaged in full fledged combat; it was here that he was the true King for none could contend with him on this field. Whether it be by blade or spell, he was the greatest warrior among all the legions. It was the first day after his encounter with Adoria, and one of the guards he was fighting had commented on how it was a pity that more of Iblis' kind had not survived to serve in the army; in his rage he lost control of his spell and incinerated the man down to a pile of ash and molten stone.<br><br>The other guards were afraid to train with him, so rather than waste his breath upon them he decided it best to avoid the eyes of his oppressors and find contentment in the forest. It was hard to get away, for the King often arranged spectacles with which he was expected to perform for the amusement of the wealthy. The legacy of his people reduced to parlour tricks to amuse the stupid. Once the nobles had their fill of his tricks he would slip away through one of the passageways and return to the forest where he felt at peace. Among the wild he could listen to the flow of power within him, and commune with nature in a way that calmed his soul; the spirits of the land spoke to him in an attempt to quell the rage and hatred that was beginning to grow a rapid rate within his heart, but even their words failed.<br><br>After two days of meditation in the forest, something inside of him had started to change; the peaceful nature of his magic had shifted with his mood. It was warped by the pain of his clan, and the hatred he felt toward the nobles that had decided his people were worth only a signature scrawled in cheap ink. As he woke from his trance he outstretched his hand to caress the flower by his foot, but the touch caused it to wither and die as if all the life had been drawn from it. This disturbed Iblis, but somehow he knew that it would be inevitable. This was the negative aspect of druidic magic, an ancient story had been passed on about the dangers of losing balance within ones self.<br><br>He fell back into the dirt and sighed heavily, the weight was beginning to wear away at his resolve, but somehow he managed to strength to bear it for it. The soil felt good against the bare muscles of his back, and yet he could feel nature pulling away from him out of fear; his rage was twisting his power into something terrible. It took all of his will to drag himself up from the dirt, and he stripped away his trousers, tossing them off to rest with his other garments. Had he not been so preoccupied with things he may have taken pride in his appearance, for his body was extremely fit and statuesque, and that which hung between his legs was long, healthy, and thick.<br><br>In the centre of the stream he stood up to his knees in the flowing water, it was cold against his skin but the stimulation helped take his mind off of all the negative thoughts that had been corrupting his thoughts as of late. As he closed his eyes he could feel nature responding to his call again, the calming presence of the stream helped to silence the monsters calls within his mind so that he could listen to the whispers of the nether. The water began to lift from the stream as if carried by invisible hands, it dripped and splashed along the bank as he caressed the limbs of the overhanging trees and used the nutrients to rebuild the life in the places his angry touch had scarred. It was just when he had finished that he heard a sound, and when his eyes opened he was greeted by a sight that did not move him. Iblis stood nude before the future Queen, unashamed and without concern for what she was witnessing.<br><br>"You have ventured far from the castle, you don't belong here" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 06:11:04</strong>
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				The river widened here, deepened there, and when it split with the larger portion of it rushing off in a different direction, Adoria continued to follow the bank she was on, one hand reaching out from time to time to run absently over tree trunks and drag through leaves. Largely, though, she let herself be lost in thought - until she rounded a tree and a shape standing in the stream resolved itself into a human form. And not just any human form. For several long moments she simply stared, a little disbelieving that after days of not seeing him once in the busy, crowded castle, she would stumble across him here in the depths of the forest.<br><br>Realizing suddenly just what it was she was seeing, her eyes snapped up and aside, but she did not turn entirely away. "Don't I? I've as much a right as any to go walking in the wood," she pointed out, before realizing how sharply her voice rang across the shallow water to him. Frowning, she chastened herself. Some of her thinking had gone to just what she might say to the man, should she find herself with the chance to speak to him alone again. She'd not expected it so soon, let alone here.<br><br>"I came out here because I had much to think on," she continued quickly, her hands catching at each other before her waist and wringing there slowly as she talked. "I have been learning much these past few days... including some of what it was you told me, of the fate of your people, when last we spoke." Adoria had planned such eloquent exposition upon what she had learned, what it might mean, and why she had spoken to him as she had. But now, with the hard green glitter of his eyes fixed upon her, those carefully crafted pretty words fell to the wayside, and she looked down at her twisting hands.<br><br>"Until you'd said that, my lord... I didn't know. But if still you despise me for the ignorance I'd had, I understand." She did not look at him - afraid that if she did, she would see a resurgence of the hard, pained anger that had erupted at her in the grove that had meant to be a place of solace. Instead, she studied her twisting hands, unmindful of the water that dripped from the trees above her like tears, catching and clinging in her long dark hair like a net of diamonds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 06:35:33</strong>
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				It was with interest that he regarded her while she averted her eyes in an attempt to avoid making visual contact with the nudity that was his physique; the shyness of her behaviour had him intrigued, she seemed to adventurous and yet in this moment her inexperience oozed. The anger that had been growing in his belly was temporarily sated by her words, the fact that she had strode out to learn the truth for herself gave him renewed faith in her ability to grow and become the person he knew she truly was. As he smiled the runes on his naked body began to glow, they flowed from his powerful shoulders down his hard pectorals, across his abdominals and lingering just around the base of his cock.<br><br>Iblis stepped out of the stream and toward her, each mark left by his foot was filled with the green lines of fresh grass growing just from the brief contact. As he neared her body his hand drew her eyes to his so that he could look long into her soul and gauge the sincerity of her statement. Those sapphire eyes still reflected the same hopeful beauty that had reached his heart upon their first meeting, they made him hungry for her, but that hunger had grown to a starvation.<br><br>"I want you to answer a question Adoira, tell me, do I despise you?" he took hold of her right hand and pried it away from her waist. He brought it down and wrapped her slender fingers around the limp cock that dangled between his strong legs. He let go of her hand so that she could feel the warmth of it, how heavy his size felt in her grasp, and how her touch caused him to slowly hardened like that of stone. The blood in his veins begin to boil as his cock grew within the palm of her hand.<br><br>"Do you have your answer?" Iblis began to move his hips instinctively, thrusting and gyrating his girth against her hand as he spoke, never breaking eye contact so that he could witness the reaction reflected by the blue of her beautiful eyes. When he felt her fingers move his hands grabbed her shoulders to pin her against the large trunk of a tree; he kept his body close to trap her hand around his member as he whispered into her ear.<br><br>"I don't despise you, I care about you deeply.. I just couldn't contain my anger that evening.." his lips found her neck and he sucked at her skin as hard as he could. His hand fisted in her skirts and he pulled them up around her waist, holding them tightly at her side. "Your hand feels so right," Iblis traced his free hand up the inside of her thigh and when he reached the warmth of her heavenly centred he cupped her possessively and ground his palm against her panties. "How do you feel right now?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 06:51:41</strong>
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				Holding her ground as he strode from the stream toward her, she tried to hide the way her stomach quailed; his anger had been much on her mind in the intervening days, and yet so too had been he bold and awakening touch. His hand was able easily to turn her head so as to face his, and the gaze that met him was thoroughly sincere, pleading and hope and sorrow laced together there.<br><br>His question puzzled her at first, and she gave over his hand to his pull. As he wound it around that particular portion of himself, her eyes widened. Her free hand darted up to cover the sharp little shocked gasp that escaped her mouth as her body twisted away. Yet even as she did so, her hand remained thereupon, feeling the slow and steady pulse and the stiffening of his flesh. "You... don't despise me," she observed quietly, head twisting back to meet his gaze as she gave to him the answer that now drove so meaningfully into the circle of her fingers.<br><br>When her grip shifted, she found his hands gripping her shoulders, her body pushed back several steps to land against a tree with a grunted exhalation. Pinned there, his confession released into her ear, she let out a little groan, her hand tightening. His lips were as hot as she remembered, and all the more demanding as they fixed to her skin and suckled at it so hard it stung.<br><br>There came an unexpected wash of cool air against her legs, and the touch of his hand upon her thigh gave her a jolt. Without reservation it found the apex of her thighs, and she squirmed a little between the hardness of the tree at her back and his form at her front. "It feels... I feel... you make me feel strange," she confessed almost accusingly, finding no little shift that would let her escape the warm intimacy of his palm cupping her sex. "I do not dislike it... but I fear it, too." Swallowing hard, she marshaled her courage to speak on. "When you touch me, my lord, I find I wish you to touch me all the more - and that makes me fear I may become an oathbreaker, if I indulge that wish."<br><br>Stuck between the rough hardness of the tree and the damp hardness of him, the girl shifted and squirmed like a pinned butterfly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 16:49:16</strong>
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				"You have made no oath to break," he whispered in reply.<br><br>The knowledge that she did so desire his touch was maddening; it overwhelmed him with a lust that could not be doused easily. Sweat began to form on his many muscles, and when he pressed to her body they flexed so that she could feel the unbidden power that was present beneath the surface. Iblis could feel the swollen glans of his member pressing against her thigh now that he had moved so close. The warm, slick, fluid that was dripping from his tip dampened the fabric, sticking it against her skin below. That brief contact caused his size to pulse and squirm in her hand, flicking upward so that his heavy flesh could tap against the crevice where her leg met her womanhood.<br><br>"Would breaking thy oath be such a crime, no greater a crime then to deny your heart," the hand that cupped her sex loosened its grip, and his index finger traced along the cloth that hid her crotch. He felt his fingertip sink into the groove of her slit, slowly did he trace it up and down, applying a tiny amount of pressure so that the fabric would penetrate past the swell of her lips. "Is that strange feeling not good, does it not excite you?" the path of his finger continued upward until he could feel the distinct little lump that marked her hood, his fingers kneaded through the cloth to stroke and circle her clitoris as he stared into her eyes.<br><br>"I want to make you feel weak in the knees," Iblis circled his fingertip around her clitoris one last time before drawing his caress away. He left only a small gap between them as he took her arms and began to unbutton the sleeves. When they were loosened he moved to the buttons on her chest, and once they were undone he clutched her close and lifted the gown over her head to pile it on the stump nearby. For a moment he merely admired her figure in the erotic attire that accentuated her already splendid curvature. Before she could move he pressed against her again, his hands grabbed her hips, they held tight and slipped down to hold her ass.<br><br>"You've haunted my dreams since the other night, I've been ridden with guilt for leaving things in such a mess, and unable to separate myself from the powerful emotions you inspire within me." His left hand slipped between their bodies to loosen the drawstring of her drawers; however, he held the string in his hand so that they would not slip off just yet. "Have your thoughts been with me? Have I been present in your mind at all?" he swayed his hips forward and the act pressed the thick glans of his cock against the groove of her sex; he could feel his thrust press it forward until the length of his shaft was grinding against her clitoris.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 17:06:02</strong>
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				"I am promised to another," she protested to his claim that she had made no oath; if not she herself, her father would be forsworn if she gave herself to aught other than the kind. It would be a terrible disgrace to the Duke of Stonewall. That did not keep her lips from parting to suck in a sharp breath as the thick, throbbing organ in her hand pressed against her thigh through the light cloth of her smallclothes.<br><br>Then it was his fingertip that captured her attention, tracing up the warm, soft seam of her body and coaxing it open around his touch - and then his touch slid across a part of her that seemed to sing out inside at his contact, surprising a soft cry from the lady's already parted lips. Her eyes fluttered closed, and then open again, meeting his with a gaze of confusion mixed with undeniable yearning - that only strengthened as he took that stroking touch away without warning.<br><br>She was glad of the tree at her back as he twisted open the buttons of her dress to slip it from her; part of her knew she should stop it, should protest being so undressed by the king's champion, but she was silent. Leaning against the bark, she watched him look upon her in her undergarments, cheeks flushing sunkissed pink in contrast to the pale cloth that skimmed her curving form.<br><br>When he pressed to her, she moved as well, her own hands coming up to catch at his shoulders - not the front, to push, but curling over those powerful ridges of muscle to press to the back of them, keeping him close to her. "You have been very much upon my mind," she confessed. "You spoke to me a truth that I have since only been able to piece together from whispered tales and rumors amidst the gossip. Our King is not the man I have always thought he was. A protector does not set his own people to the sword." Tears pricked up in her eyes as she spoke, and she pressed them closed to keep the water from spilling forth.<br><br>That splendid organ to which he had earlier set her hand took up the touch his fingers had abandoned, and she uttered another plaintive little cry. "And I cannot but admit that the feel of your lips upon my own has stayed with me, since." Her damp eyes flittered open to fix upon his, her dark brows furrowing together as she struggled with the contrasting call of home and duty against the strange new yearning of her body. "Will you give me another, Iblis?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 17:50:48</strong>
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				The dance of their hips only grew more hedonistic as she spoke her sweet whispers to his ears; they hooked and swayed together against the tree until he could feel the swell of his glans press to her feminine lips, parting them against the fabric, a slight opening so that she might feel a glimpse of what it would be like to contain him within her incredible warmth. Each little cry that escaped her throat sent shivers erupting down the length of his spine to tingle outward through all of his nerves until his body was wracked with excitement and anticipation. The feeling of her slender hands wrapped so greedily around his shoulders filled him with a great pride; she wanted him as much as he wanted her.<br><br>With his crooked finger he caught her tears as they threatened to roll down her splendid cheeks, it was a loving caress that wiped away the stain of the liquid to leave her face as flawless as ever. He wanted to remove her doubt and steal away her sadness, but as she spoke he came to realize that the time for words was slipping away, and that he must speak to her through the actions of their eager bodies. A smug little grin formed on his lips as his hand let go of her drawers so that they could slowly slip down her creamy thighs to pool around her shaking knees. A sweet aroma drifted up from her sex and he breathed in deeply before bringing his mouth to her lips; just before they would touch he whispered, "I cannot deny you."<br><br>Their mouthes connected and he growled much like a starving animal into her throat; his tongue pushed past her lips to coil against hers in a sensual dance. In the heat of that moment the world faded away, washed into nothingness by the power of her lips to his. Passion called to him, and in response his left hand slipped down between her open thighs. The strength of his right took hold of her bare ass, kneading the flesh and pulling her hips into his fingers which now played in the wetness that had grown against her soft petals. The first inch of his index finger slipped inside of her, and he rotated his wrist in a slow circle so that his thumb could press and tease her clitoris.<br><br>Out of a biological need for air he parted their kiss, instantly regretting the act, and breathed heavily as the scent of her arousal drifted from his roaming fingers. Iblis rested his head against her shoulder and put his mouth to her neck as he ground his fingers against her sex, penetrating her shallowly to feel the strength of her grip. He moved his hips and the wet tip of his oozing cock rubbed between her thighs, writing his arousal upon her flesh.<br><br>"Was that kiss what you desired?" the hand upon the soft cheek of her ass tightened, and he used the leverage to shift his body against her. With the shift of his hips the glans of his member slid around her skin and came to rest against her clitoris. Iblis slowly withdrew his finger from her depths, and took hold of his achingly member; he brought the head to her clitoris and circled her small bud with the thick glans, drenching it in the mixture of her arousal and his own.<br><br>"Tell me what you desire, Adoria" he pushed his mouth between the cleavage exposed by her corset and lapped his tongue against the delicious skin; his body jolted against her when he accidentally rubbed the swell of his manhood along her entrance, parting her lips just a fraction before he returned to grind against her tender bud.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 18:28:23</strong>
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				She felt as if the whole of her body were a reflection of the breath she caught and held as his hand tenderly swept the tears from beneath her eyes, and when she felt her drawers slide down, catching at her knees to leave her bare, thighs to hips, she exhaled. A shiver tremored her as his lips poised just before her own. Then his was fixed to her, and a soft moan welled up deep in her throat, issuing only so far as her mouth, to be slain by his dancing tongue. Her lips opened to let him in, and her tongue though inexperienced in this dance moved to follow him as she had in the courtyard some days before, twining and sliding, tasting him.<br><br>Lost in the kiss, aught else faded away but the tree that supported her, and him in her arms, his hands upon her. Urged forward, her hips tilted, and she squeaked in surprise to feel a finger slip into the taut entrance of her untouched passage. It was shockingly easy for that digit to do, his kiss, his body, the pure power of his passion such that she felt as if she were melting inside, and it pooled just there to ease his way.<br><br>By the time he drew back for breath, she had to gasp for it, dizzied by the raw hunger of the kiss and the bold questing of his fingers. But not his fingers alone, she felt, and her head fell back against the tree - offering him the expanse of her throat as she gased upward through sunlit, dappling branches. They rustled softly and gave her no answer, no reprieve. In further his finger pushed, and she arched with a small yelp, feeling him intimately there in that untried part of her.<br><br>Was the kiss what desired? "...no," she said shakily, eyes falling to meet his again. "The recollection of your mouth has consumed much of my thoughts these days past, and I thought that perhaps, to have it again might assuage the strange desire for it that has gripped me. Instead, this need is spreading within me. I find myself now aching for that which lies so close, yet which I know is supposed to remain out of my... reach." The young woman swallowed hard, rosy lips pressing firmly together as she studied him. Her gaze skittered from his face, to his chest before her, and she groaned softly to feel something warmer and smoother than a finger teasing against that part of her that he used to so easily inflame her; Adoria leaned forward, laying her cheek against his chest to feel the beat of the heart that thrummed within. It matched the mad rush pulsing in her own veins.<br><br>"Rid me of this need, I beg of you!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 18:55:51</strong>
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				The way that she begged for him made his heart flutter and his body twitch; the call of this woman sang to the animalistic passion that churned hungrily in his gut, and regardless of his will it seemed impossible to resist the desires that she inspired within him. The sharpness of his teeth sank into the soft skin of her neck, he did not break the flesh but rather left small pink indentations upon that which he craved. The hand on her ass snaked along the groove of her spine, following up from her tailbone until he found the ties to her corset. They became loose from the draw of his fingers, and when he felt the fabric grow slack he peeled down the cups that held her breasts.<br><br>Iblis only allowed the left to spill free, and when it did his mouth followed to capture her nipple; his tongue coiled a circular pattern around the flesh, sucking wildly and letting his teeth graze the sensitive skin. His mouth had never known such fulfillment, nor had it ever tasted something so sweet. When his teeth closed lightly around her nipple his hands lifted her up by the backs of her legs to press her against the tree; her loins lingered above his own and the head of his member brushed the wet lips of her sex.<br><br>"What if the need only grows?" he stared up at her, and his strength began to lower her until her petals parted to accept the thick glans of his impressive cock. However, just as she had accepted his eager size, and the oozing arousal dripping from him had mingled with her flowing nectar, the distant echo of voices calling out to the princess filled his ears. Her ladies had come in search, no doubt tailed by a guard to ensure their safety. Iblis closed his eyes in frustration, and it took all of his will to lift her up until the wet sound of her lips dislodging from his cock sang sadly to his ears.<br><br>"I'm afraid our passion must wait," he set her back down on her feet and pressed his mouth to hers for one last kiss before retreating from her grasp. "Lie to them, tell them you came to the woods with the idea of bathing in the wild stream" Iblis gathered up his belongings so that no trace would be left of his presence. The steps grew closer, but it was hard for him to pry his eyes away from her beautiful figure. His gaze fixed between her legs at that which he had been so close to savouring; with a frustrated grunt he turned around and disappeared into the growth of the forest, vanishing from sight.<br><br>In the solitude of his dungeon he found himself forsaken. Frustration did not quite capture just how bothered he was by being interrupted in such a beautiful moment, no amount of self pleasure would clear his mind of the need that was now present and screaming for the beautiful Adoria. In a rage he slammed his fist to the wall and left a heavy imprint upon the stone; his magic would not allow him to harm himself. "Adoria... do I still linger on your mind?" he whispered to the emptiness of the dungeon, an aching sensation of isolation filled his stomach as he sank down the wall to sit in the darkness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 19:49:50</strong>
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				His teeth upon her neck was an unexpected pressure, yet while there was pain it was not altogether unpleasant; it reflected the dull throbbing of pressure low in her belly. Her back arched, pressing her body toward him as his fingers traced up her spine. As the soft corset slackened around her middle, it left her bosom rather well presented for the attention of his mouth and teeth.<br><br>Sighing becoming a moan, one of her hands slipped away from the back of his shoulder, sliding along the line of the muscles to curl her small fingers against the back of his neck, below the wild fall of his brilliant red hair, and she clung there, eagerly pulling him more firmly against the breasts he mouthed and suckled into quivering, rosy peaks. Then without warning, she found herself pulled quite off her feet, held above his turgid manhood with only his own hands to keep her form pure - and she knew that it was not maintaining that purity that this man desired.<br><br>Her mouth fell open, but she had no words to his query. There was naught but to cling to him as he began to lower her, and as his staff began to delve within her readied sex, she let out a whimpering sound, sweet and needy. As if faded, though, there came more feminine voices that did not quite register at first. Thankfully he heard, and understood, setting her down - though to have what was too briefly introduced drawn free left her throbbing with a hunger heretofore unknown to her ripe, unplucked body.<br><br>"I will," she promised in the wake of the brief kiss, reluctantly relinquishing her grip upon his bare form. Panting to try to catch her own breath, blood rushing beneath her skin, she watched the retreat of his magnificent form until the forest swallowed it from sight.<br><br>Closer the sound of her ladies' voices came, and she moved quickly; there was not the time to dress properly. Instead she divested of her corset, her slippers, drawers and stockings, and slid into the stream as Iblis had been when she came upon him. Bare as the days she was born, it was chillingly cold, but she gritted her teeth and sank to her knees, letting the water come swirling up around her waist before calling back to the searching ladies.<br><br>Their shock at finding her so was writ large and clear upon their faces, and she found herself having to stifle a giggle watching the way the third among them turned and bolted, crying out for the guards trailing them to hold and come no further. Feigning innocence, she told easily the lie Iblis had suggested - that she missed the wilds and solace of home, and had come out to bathe as she had been used to. They were suitably horrified by the prospect, and helped her emerge and dress herself, offering gentle but pointed suggestion of simply summoning a tub to her chambers for bathing in the future, as that is how it was properly done in the city.<br><br>The ladies kept her from having to explain herself further by helpfully chattering during the walk back of who had attended tea the next day, and discussing who should be invited to the myriad little social engagements to come. Adoria gave them only half an ear, one hand drifting up to idly lay against the side of her neck as they walked, feeling the ghostly remains of Iblis' bite there, and then drawing her hair forward to obscure what mark may have been left. Come evening, she was changed and visited the King for dinner, though it was not a terribly scintillating discussion over the meal; it happened at a long table, His Majesty at the head and Adoria seated at his left hand, left mostly to simply eat and listen as politics and strategies were discussed up and down the table by the elite few who had been invited to join their liege and his future bride.<br><br>She listened as she ate, she observed, discreetly as she could studying the man she was meant to marry, and searching in herself for some similar surge of warmth that erupted when the Champion was before her. Once there had been hope for some fine, slow-growing affection with him. Yet now, learning some of the ways he sought to expand his power and his purse, she felt only a vague unease.<br><br>Perhaps, she pondered as she let her Ladies undress her and slip a fine, light nightgown over her form, tying the ribbon that drew the neckline into gathers with her own fingers, she should write to her father about what she had learned of the King, and her reluctance to wed and bear children to such an unscrupulous man. But what if he already knew? The knowledge, while twisted and altered by many tellers, did not seem to be altogether uncommon. Dismissing the Ladies with a sigh, she glanced toward her bed, and went to the window, leaning on the sill to gaze thoughtfully down at the fading blooms several stories below. "Ay me, Iblis," she murmured, while stars winked into view overhead, "Perhaps we would have been better served had your search gone elsewhere rather than Stonewall..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 20:27:15</strong>
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				The absence of her was a prison sentence far worse than anything he had ever been forced to bare; his servitude to the King was gruesome and miserable, and yet it paled in comparison to the distance between them at this moment. He had not been able to bring his mind from the warmth of her body or the tender need that was nestled in her touch. It was too much, so once the castle was bathed in the coddling darkness of the night, and the only source of light was the dim fire that lit the torches, Iblis relinquished his resolve and disappeared down the secret passage that would lead him to her private chamber.<br><br>It was lavish in nature, filled with fine silks and soft cushions, one could happily lounge in this room for days and never find themselves without comfort. Her bed was massive in size, fit to sleep at least ten people. It was with grace that he moved through the room toward the foot of her bed. He clapped his hands together as quietly as possible and the curtains over the windows drew open, spilling in the pale light of the moon to brighten the bed and her sleeping figure. Ghostly was his hand that drew back the covers; he paused momentarily to indulge in a deep feast of the eyes. The way he gown hugged all the right curves left little to the imagination, but enough to tempt his taste buds.<br><br>Iblis shrugged the heavy coat from his shoulders, and loosened his trousers at the waist before crawling into the bed at her backside. It was so warming to be against her, the thickness of his member pressed against the curve of her firm ass, and the power of his chest rested against her shoulder blades. As the curl of his lips found the nape of her neck they dripped the honey of his voice to muse her from sleep; "Wake up, my sleeping beauty.." his hand brushed the hair aside so that he could sink the warmth of his mouth an inch beneath her ear. Warm saliva left his mouth to wet her skin, and his tongue drew it across the line of her skin until it reached her collar.<br><br>"Have you missed me?" his other hand disappeared beneath the covers, finding the hem of her nightgown; he captured the cloth and it drew up slowly as his fingers danced up the naked flesh of her enticing thigh. It was a perfect path that he followed curiously until his fingers found the hot apex between her legs; his digits parted her soft petals to stroke the outline of her entrance, and when he felt her stir he took hold of her clitoris and rubbed it roughly between his fingers.<br><br>"I've missed you terribly," he drew the covers back so he could see his hand at work, and when she turned slightly his mouth found hers for a brief kiss. When their mouths parted a small strand of their mingled saliva followed his tongue, and he brought it down to hang above her burning sex. It dripped from his lips to join his fingers, lubricating his efforts so that he could slip his finger to the knuckle inside of her hold; the strength of her inner muscles caused his cock to stir.<br><br>"Whisper of your desires, so that I might answer them" he loomed over her figure, and retracted his finger to the first knuckle, wiggling his digit within her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 20:50:45</strong>
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				The night sky had offered the young woman no answers, and after brushing out her long locks, she retired, settling into the bed that still she was becoming used to. Sleep came eventually, and with it dreams of waterfalls and streams, of hidden wooded groves and banks of flowers, and in the midst of it all the flaming swath of Iblis' hair, that knowing smile and a hand reaching out to her. Yet the dream faded away from her before she could slip her hand in his, something in the waking world disturbing her rest.<br><br>Slowly coming away, Adoria was aware at first only of the cozy warmth along the length of her body - and then the more certain warmth of a mouth pressing against her neck, a sensation she now knew well. Her lips parted, prepared to draw breath to cry out for aid, until his voice slid against her skin. Did she miss him? He had taken up residence in not only her waking thoughts, but her dreams, and she uttered a quiet, sleepy laugh.<br><br>It died out as she felt his fingers drawing up the thin linen gown, dancing upon unprotected skin and stroking unabashedly over her center through the soft tuft of the dark nest of curls there. She drew a long and shuddering breath as his fingers teased that sweet little pearl of sensation to life, and eagerly she turned to press her mouth to his, lips parted to dart her tongue out along his as he had done earlier in the day. It was too brief, and when he drew up and back from her body she slid onto her side, eyes opening to gaze up at him in the moonlight. It spilled bright and silvery over his body, picking out his muscles in such light and shadowy that he seemed to be a creature of another world.<br><br>"If this be a dream, may I never wake," she breathed, watching how the shared moisture of their lips hung from his mouth, and then dripped like a tiny shock onto where his fingers touched her. Then his finger pressed smoothly inward, through the small opening of the tender membrane protecting her, and she drew a sharp, swift breath, her body arching a little as it had done once before.<br><br>"I desire..." she trailed off for a moment, trying to blink the sleep from her eyes, to assure herself that this was not somehow just a shift in her dream. "I desire you, though I know I should not. I desire your touch, your kiss, the feel of your body against my own. I desire to know what this strange heat is you have awakened in me, and how to be relieved of it lest it burn me like a pyre." One slender hand lifted from the bed, reaching up for him in unconscious imitation of the way he had reached for her in her dream. "I have missed you, Iblis."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 02:13:01</strong>
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				The way she reached for him spoke of a longing, tender and needy, and it pulled at the strings of his heart, making him ache to know her loving caress. He caught her hand as she extended it and pressed the warmth of his lips against her knuckles. Iblis brushed his hand over her cheek and moved the soft strands of hair from her face in an intimate gesture. He wanted to witness the beauty of her eyes while he bestowed upon her a gift that he wanted to give surely as much as she would love to receive. The might of his hands captured her hips and he lifted her bottom off the bed to reposition her on her back, his hips forcefully spread her legs apart so that he could nestle between them and rest his chest against her stomach; he stared up at her hungrily, his eyes challenging her to play the game.<br><br>"What do you desire of me?" slow was the path of his hands, as they held her hips and gradually slid with tight pressure up the curves of her waist. They caught the hem of her gown which was pooled just below her breasts and slipped beneath the fabric until they cupped her soft mounds of womanly flesh. "Is this what you desire?" he rolled her nipples against his palms, pinching the buds until they grew hard between his fingers. "Or do you desire this?" his tongue circled her navel, dipping into the groove of her bellybutton while his fingers tugged at her nipples before tracing the curved outline of her amazing bosom.<br><br>"Does that feel good? Your body is wondrous.." his mouth moved with slow kisses further down her stomach until his tongue could draw along the lines that formed the v-shape that lead down to her delicious sex. Iblis brushed his chin across the soft tuft of public hair, and his tongue peaked out to lick a circle around her clitoris as he descended to her pouty lips.<br><br>"Is this what you were dreaming of?" his tongue moved from bottom to top as he tasted her entrance, then his mouth closed around her clitoris; he used his tongue to lift and brush against her hood as he teased the pearl. As he sucked against her flesh his hands squeezed a bit harder around her breasts, pushing the soft mounds together to rub and grind against one another. When he felt pressure from her thighs around his head he only increased his effort, letting his teeth ever so gently graze her hood before pressing his tongue as hard to her bud as he could, lapping hungrily to make sure that he devoured every bit of her sweet nectar.<br><br>"You taste so good," he pinched her nipples hard and placed a deep kiss to the lips of her vagina before sitting up between her trembling thighs.<br><br>"Did that extinguish the heat you spoke of, or did it merely stoke the flames higher?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 02:48:56</strong>
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				When his hands moved, her heart leapt, expecting him to take the one outstretched to him - when he instead clasped her hips and manhandled her with swift care into a new positon that allowed him to settle his body intimately between her spread thighs, she caught her breath in audible surprise, left to stare down the partially-clad length of her body at eyes that sparkled with a mischievous energy. Up slid his hands, up slid her gown, and up slid the color in her cheeks as he bared nearly the entirety of her to himself.<br><br>"Yes," she whispered fervently as his hands slid over the still-covered mounds of soft flesh beneath the warm gathers of cloth, the pinches sending sweet darts of sensation zinging down into her center.<br><br>"Yes," she whispered again as his mouth pressed kisses down the faint swell of her soft stomach, his touch teasing forth the most delightful of tremors in the crease of her thighs; groaning, one leg lifted and lowered again, rubbing against his side and hip as she squirmed slowly under him.<br><br>"No, I- Oh! Yes!" she gasped out, surprised delight threading together in her tone as his mouth settled against her womanhood, and her head fell back against the pillow only to dart up again. It was like nothing ever she had felt before, his tongue softer and more supple than his fingers as it teased the sensitive nub between flesh folds that grew quickly swollen and puffy under his attention. Her legs shifted around him, and her hips moved of their own accord in strange movements, seeming to try to circle, and to press more surely against him. His laving stoked the heat in her body hotter and more quickly than any of his touch had done before, seeming to twine a pressure deep within her - harder, hotter, tighter. Then he pinched her, kissed her, and drew back, leaving her to twist and fall upon the sheets with a desperate whimper.<br><br>"Gods above and below, Iblis, I... I feel as if I might burst into flame, or simply burst, I... ay, me!" Groaning softly, one of her hands drifted up to cup her breast, and then push a slow path down her trembling torso, following unconsciously the trail his mouth had blazed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 04:13:42</strong>
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				With a mischievous curiosity he watched her. The way that she reached for her breast was animalistic, as though his mouth and touch had awoken some new breed of beast within her belly that she craved to satisfy. As her hand eagerly swept down the path that his lips had left a cruel smile formed on his face. The beautiful Adoria was inexperienced, and it was time that he taught her all about the erotic and naughty acts that would surely fill their evenings. Iblis caught her hand just as it tried to slip down between her thighs, and he pulled her up to sit around his legs and against his crotch.<br><br>"We best control that blaze, before it consumes you," he kissed her lips before clutching her firm ass. Iblis carried her with ease, propped against his powerful chest, toward the private bath chambers attached to her bedroom. It was a massive marble enclosure, carved from the finest stone and set with a large inset bathing area large enough for at least five people. He set her down to stand at his side, and after a quick bit of magic the empty basin was filled with steaming water. Each step into the hot water soothed his body, and when he was waist deep in the water he reached for her hand and pulled her down into the water.<br><br>"Do you wish to learn?" Iblis lifted the wet material of her gown up over her head and tossed it off to the side. The way that her firm breasts glistened with the moisture of the bath made his mouth water, and his hand couldn't resist the urge to slip between her legs beneath the surface. He stroked her clitoris as he looked into her eyes, and when their mouths touched he bit down on her bottom lip lightly. <br><br>"Do you know how to please a man?" he asked with an arched brow and a wicked smile. Both of his strong hands roamed up her chest to grasp her breasts, massaging the soft flesh within his palms as he guided them back toward the edge of the bath. When he felt the rough touch of the stone at his back he stopped and whispered to Adoria in a sultry tone, "Do you want to please me?" Iblis reluctantly let go of her breasts, and grabbed the stone edge; he hoisted himself up with his powerful muscles and sat in front of her so that she was on eye level with his member.<br><br>He cupped the back of her head with his hand and guided her face closer to his loins until the thick head of his semi-hard cock rested against her shoulder. It was there that he let it stay, so that she could feel the weight of it against her, and the smooth caress of it as it rolled against her collar and across the length of her neck. His emerald stare pierced her gaze to see the desire in her soul, and his expression mirrored that desire with a furious blaze. <br><br>"Taste me, as I tasted you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 05:37:10</strong>
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				Though not entirely certain what it was she meant to accomplish with her hand between her thighs - for her knowledge of coupling was largely centered around the businesslike begetting work of her father's stud horses, and intensely vague and flowery euphemism found in a few slim volumes of poetry in his library - Adoria let out a mewl of protest as he caught up her hand, halting its descent. Though being pulled up astride his thighs and feeling the brush of him between her own was at least some small comfort.<br><br>Hoisted from the bed, she reacted upon instinct, arms and legs alike winding around his person to aid him in keeping her aloft, until he set her down in the bath chambers. The tub filled with such speed that a small and wry part of her mind commented how very handy he might be to keep around for that alone, were it not such a piffling waste of the power she'd seen him wield.<br><br>"I do want to learn," she assured him, and slipped her hand into his to follow him into the steaming bath. The heat of the water was comparable to what lay unrelieved between her thighs, and she groaned softly into his mouth when he stroked her there. "I do not know how, but I want to. I want to please you," she said, raw desire adding a husk to her soft voice, and giving strength to her movement as she not only followed him, but pressed to him when the solidity of stone stopped him. For a moment, it was the inverse of how he'd had her pressed back to the tree. But then he slipped up and back, and his hand guided her all the closer to the part of him that had teased her so terribly, so wonderfully, until they'd been interrupted. She had seen such things upon an animal, but a man's...<br><br>Given encouragement by his words, her gaze dipped from his, and she drew back a little the better to examine him. Her eyes shone with bright curiosity, a hand coming up to try encircling it, as he had guided her to do in the forest. It was quite warm, and while the skin had a fascinating aspect of seeming soft and smooth, the organ itself was riddled with veins, texturing just beneath the surface. Taste him, taste this, as he had done to her? Her already clamoring loins gave an eager little twist, and Adoria tilted her head one way and the other, considering... then she dipped lower in the steaming water, head tilting back to give a long, thoughtful lick to the underside it, from partway down the shaft and up to the ridge-edged tapered tip.<br><br>To her delight it jumped faintly at the attention, and she pressed a sweet kiss to the tip of it before falling to licking it all ober, tasting the salt of his skin and feeling it throb in the circle of her fingers, finding how it seemed to strain as she set her lips upon it to lave and even suckle him as he had done several times over to her own skin. And as she did this, her eyes flicked upward, gazing up over his fine, rune-marked form to seek his gaze.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 03:41:35</strong>
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				Despite her inexperience she managed to coax a deep moan from his throat when her tongue slipped along the underside of his swollen length. While she had much to learn, he greatly looked forward to teaching her all the details that would make her a skilled lover. The warmth of his hand found her cheek as she suckled at the thick head, and her name rolled off his tongue hungrily in response to her ministrations. His breathing was growing more ragged as his body became wracked with the anticipation of pleasure; he was at battle with his desire to grab hold of her and ravage her. <br><br>His cock shook within her lips, a quiver from the pleasure that stemmed from the movement of her tongue and the sultry warmth within her mouth. It was with all his will that he took her face in his hands and pushed her away from his eager loins, the absence of her mouth made him ache with want. With her face cupped in his strong hands he admired her beauty with a smile before sinking back into the water and drawing her body to his in a tight embrace.<br><br>"I want to show you something," with her hand in his he guided her out of the water and along the pathway marked along the marble by a blackened edge. They moved together, her hips and curves meeting perfectly against the hard muscles of his body; he kept her warmth close, his hand holding the cheek of her ass as they stepped out into the humd night air. The balcony was alone on this side of the castle, and it overlooked the vast forest where they had first felt the heat of their lust grow for one another.<br><br>"Isn't it beautiful?" he let go of her and stepped to the side. He clasped his hands together and began to sway to the rhythm of magic, much like the night she had seen him build the courtyard. He moved and his muscles contracted and shone wetly; his hard loins bobbed and swung with his steps and the runes on his skin glowed at the command of his spell. A barrier erected around the terrace, invisible to the eye but impenetrable by force or sound; and along the stone surface of the balcony he summoned the lush comforts of the forest. Thick moss softer than any bed, and countless wildflowers with all the beautiful scents of her home. <br><br>After taking a deep breath to recover from his brief fatigue, he took her hand in his and sank down to his knees, guiding her to follow. His mouth found her breasts to offer a hard suckle of her nipples, broken by his hands when they found her shoulders and laid her down on the soft moss. Iblis found a home between her warm thighs, the hardness of his body against her soft bosom and flat stomach; the emerald of his eyes met her sapphires and he brushed his hand against her cheek tenderly.<br><br>"It's time we extinguished those flames," the garnet of his hair cascaded around her features as their mouths connected; their tongues met and he breathed his hunger into her belly. His hand found his girth and guided his head to the moist folds of her burning sex. Powerful hands found her hips, tracing the lines where her thighs met. He pulled her forward as his hips moved to meet her, and slowly his long cock began to fill the hot void inside of her. It was slow, and when he felt his size pierce her purity and her muscles fight in response he slowed, allowing her body to adjust to his invasion.<br><br>"Tell me when you feel ready.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 04:50:42</strong>
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				The hand upon her cheek as she suckled upon the head of his staff, the sound of her name in his voice, the taste of him upon her slow, sinuously exploring tongue: all of it was encouragement to her as she sought to return to him the same tight, hot building of pleasure that he had stoked within her upon her bed. When he forced her off of him, her mouth hung open, eyes wide with surprise, and she began to sway forward again to resume the deeply intimate kiss when he forestalled her, returning to the water and drawing her in.<br><br>Upon the balcony, she gazed out upon the forest where she had stumbled upon him and thankfully made peace, and then something more than peace. It looked different from this height, but in the moonlight she thought she could catch the sparkle of the river as it wended its way through the trees. With the star-hung sky arching like an upturned bowl above, the sight was almost as breathtaking as the man by her side as he swung into motion, the sway and glow of him drawing all of her attention. "Beautiful," she whispered softly.<br><br>Then the balcony around them erupted with moss and wildflowers, and she was sinking to her knees almost before he guided her down, made weak by this real and palpable display of his power. To see it from a distance had been one matter - to feel moss grow upon the bare stone beneath her very soles was something else entirely, and her skin seemed to prickle with the energies he had drawn forth to make it happen.<br><br>"Yes," she whispered against his lips before his mouth consumed hers, finding her lips open and welcoming, even returning the kiss with an equal hunger. Her arms arched around him, one over his shoulder to bury in his hair and the other following his ribs, then curving to sweep slowly down his spine. When he brought that part of him still damp from her mouth against where he had pressed his most intimate kiss, her fingers paused, pulling instinctively against his skin. He pressed there, though, moving between the swollen lips still slickened by his attentions, and his head was brought to bear against that part of her that was proof of purity thus far maintained. It was a pressure, and a discomforting ache that made her gasp into his mouth, frozen for many quickened heartbeats, trying to catch her breath in the midst of the war of duty vs. desire.<br><br>"There is no turning back from this..." she whispered in the minute space between their mouths, more to herself than to the man who clasped her. This, then, was that point between a man and a woman that she had so often witnessed in the Duke's breeding paddock. This would ruin her for the King's bed, and damage her father's reputation as well. Yet... yet she could feel the thunder of his heart against her bosom, and try as she might, she could picture no one, not the King nor any other lain in the position where this Champion now was.<br><br>Her eyes pressed closed, and then swept open, piercing his gaze. "Do it; quickly."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Casting Stones (Samael Grimaldi and Bliss)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 04:34:26</strong>
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				It seemed only natural that they succumb to their mutual hunger while bathing naked in the pale glow of the full moon; it was the wild and mystical way that his people had engaged in sex to consummate their marital bonds. That look in her eyes was all that he needed to know that this was what she wanted, but the affirmation of her words brought his hips forward in a quick thrust. Iblis could feel that pure guard within her break from the force of his penetration, and when he felt the wet folds of her tight lips kiss against the smooth skin at the base of his cock he groaned deeply from his throat. He allowed a few moments to pass by, letting her muscles relax and accept his size, while he waited for the initial pain to transform to pleasure.<br><br>"How do you feel?" his mouth was on her neck, the tip of his tongue moved with purpose down her moist skin until he was teasing the vein in her throat that pulsed with the beat of her heart. She was so tight that it nearly made him ache, the strength that gripped his loins made him shudder; his hand wrapped around her slender neck and squeezed lightly. "I want you, always..." his mouth covered hers and the hand around her throat tightened slightly as their tongues found each other and her saliva filled his mouth. The way that her soft breasts pressed to his chest was invigorating; each time that his weight shifted atop her he could feel her hard nipples scrapping along the hard muscles of his pectorals.<br><br>Iblis began to sway his hips gently as he felt her relax, the rough pubic hair around his cock ground against her clitoris, and his large size pulsed and shook inside of her vice-like grasp. Their kiss broke and he groaned as if fighting for air, "You're so tight..." he hit his hand against the moss ridden floor in an attempt to stem the pleasure that was already building inside of him. The slickness of his arousal mixed with hers and dripped from their union, and each movement of his hips brought it out to wet their groins and soak into their flesh. "How is that fire inside of you now?" Iblis bit down into her bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth, and his left hand slipped down between their bodies to grasp her right breast and squeeze it roughly enough to leave little pink marks upon the curved mound of skin.<br><br>He sat up on his knees to gain more leverage. He drew back his hips slowly feeling the full length of his thick shaft slip between the hold of her feminine muscles until only the oozing head was held by her soft folds. It was primal how he filled her, back and forth in slow, rhythmic fashion until he felt he could increase the speed and force of his movement. The way that her body moved and reacted was too much, and his nails dug into the ground so hard that he broke some of the moss apart. There was a virility present within her, the greedy way that her loins pulled at his each time he slipped between her grasp made his muscles clench forcefully and the nerves in his back tingle with delight.<br><br>"You're amazing, Adoria.." he panted.
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