Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon & Lilias)
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				Title: <strong>Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 00:49:08</strong>
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				It was an overcast day with rain falling hard and thunder echoing in the distance every few minutes. Lightning flashing only rarely, though it was there. The castle stood high within the hills, surrounded by an old stone fence and hedges here and there. The grass was healthy and green though the soil, now not much more then mud, had an eerie blackness that seemed to bleed with each footstep. The castle walls were odd as well, carved from smooth black stone like something out of a horror novel where men and women would step in but never come out. It could have only been more ominous if the sun had dipped below the horizon and if Luna had forbidden her light to shine.<br><br>The bridge was down, and the portcullis hanging above the door. Each chain of the bridge was rusted though still functional&nbsp; and the wood seemed as if it were newly made. It opened into an arch and hanging just above it was a stone gargoyle made of white marble hanging and staring into the forest just across the street as if guarding something secret and dangerous within its home. Everything else seemed immaculate with the Stone floors freshly swept and the rain running down into the moat which was almost twenty feet below the drawbridge and flowed out downhill and toward the nearby river. <br><br>In the archway a young man stood. He was handsome with short brown hair and emerald green eyes that seemed to pierce through the rain. His skin was light showing that he likely didn't spend much time in the sun yet not so light to show that he was a recluse. His body was clothed in the garments of a business man, its color a deep shade of blue the same as hit tie, and the button up shirt a pure white like snow. Like the castle he looked immaculate, groomed and clothed to perfection like he was a sculpted piece of art that was destined to be treasured for all of time. He stood there, waiting for her, on occasion looking down at his watch. He hated waiting but today his new maid was supposed to arrive at the castle, granted it was supposed to be just an interview today but he was sure that he would hire her. No one else seemed to have the qualifications that he wanted, or rather, needed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 12:42:35</strong>
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				When her prospective employer had informed her he would send transportation, Claudia had not expected a coach-and-four. Granted, the villagers in the area went about on mule-carts because they were easier and cheaper to maintain, considering the chancy roads. And if he lived in a castle, a car would be rather out of place, wouldn't it?<br><br>So there she was, the coach rocking gently as the horses went at a canter, the rain beating down on the roof, heading up towards the castle, and she could hardly believe she was given a chance to work there. She had just returned from Bucharest in defeat, her dreams shattered, looking ahead at a life of hardship and poverty that she had tried to escape, and now... Yes, it was just a maid's position, but it would pay 1200 lei a week, which was the kind of money people around there saw in three months. There was not much that Claudia wouldn't do for that kind of money.<br><br>The coach slowed down as it came within sight of the castle and stopped under the archway. The driver opened the door for her, although he didn't help her alight, and then drove away, presumably to the coach-house and stables, leaving Claudia alone with the stranger who had been waiting there. <br><br>She had never met him, but the deference with which the coachman saluted him made her suspect he was her would-be employer, and she was acutely self-conscious of her outfit, compared to his immaculate one. Her jeans were worn; her lavender cashmere twinset was good quality but had seen better days. Well, there was nothing she could do about it now. Stubbornly, she hooked a dark brown lock that had escaped her ponytail behind her ear, and offered a handshake.<br><br>'I'm Claudia Mircea; I come for the position,' she said, managing a smile that lit up her honey-brown eyes and brought out a dimple next to her lips. 'Pleased to meet you.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 23:05:03</strong>
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				As she was dropped off he extended his hand with an enticing smile. The fingers wrapping around her and holding her hand firmly as he shook it. "Allistar Van Lek, m'lady. Its a pleasure to meet you." he said, the words rolling off his tongue. He let her go and reached down, taking a folder from the nearby table and opening it up. He pulled two old wodden chairs from the desk and took a seat, offering the other one to her. <br><br>When he was comfortable he opened the folder and read through it, taking one page out and handing it to her. "Ive already had a chance to reivew the others and decided that you are the best person for this position, if you find everything acceptable then you are hired. That is your contract. As long as you work here and fulfill all of your duties you will be paid the 1200 lei we discussed. Should you need supplies for your duties you can fill out a list at the beginning of every month and I will see that you get them. There is also the non-disclosure clause to discuss. While you are here you will not talk about anything that happens within my home with anyone that does not work or live here. After the first month your performance will be reviewed, in which time I will decide whether to keep you employed here or terminate your service. Then you will be reviewed every six months afterwards. If you wish to negotiate the terms of the contact or ask questions about the position, now is the time to do so."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 15:13:35</strong>
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				The solidity of the chair beneath her convinced Claudia she wasn't sleepwalking. She expected a contract, but... non-disclosure clause and performance reviews? He was making it sound like he was hiring an executive, not domestic staff! But perhaps he was planning to open up the castle to visitors, in which case she might have a future in another position.<br><br>She went over the contract, wondering if there was a catch somewhere. There didn't seem to be one. Accommodation in the staff quarters, one free afternoon a week to go off the premises. Not that there was much to do in the village, or even in town, but it would be a welcome change of air.<br><br>'I understand, sir,' she said finally. 'Only one question, though. I have seen the list of rooms you left with the agency. Will I be dealing with all of them, or are there segments that are out of bounds?'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 00:46:03</strong>
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				He closed the folder slowly and shook his head side to side though she could see the question had caught him off guard despite his calm demenor. "No, all the rooms will be tended to. There are some major areas though that will have to be looked after daily, the others you will likely be able to get away with a once a week cleaning since they arent used often. The major areas I speak of are my room, the kitchen, the dinning room, the study, the throne room, and the chapel. The graveyard will also need some attention but mostly in the way of laying flowers every week or so and perhaps once a year cleaning off the markers."<br><br>In the distance the sound of thunder echoed in the night and for a brief moment lightning struck somewhere nearby as the darkened sky lit up for a split second. "Sounds like the storm is here." he said as he walked past her to the drawbridge, looking out into the forest and up toward the sky. "It will rain hard tonight, followed by more then the light of Luna"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 14:59:34</strong>
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				Claudia nodded as he explained the priorities. It definitely looked like there might be visitors coming, if the main common rooms were to be kept as neat as his living quarters. It wouldn't be such hard work, after all; not much more than keeping an average house, like the one she had grown up in, tidy.<br><br>She spotted the silver fountain pen left on the table, next to the folder, reached for it and signed the contract, an uncommon flourish of exhilaration at the end of the signature, <em>C.D. Mircea</em>, and slid it back towards him. It was only then that she realised how odd his comment about the weather sounded. Luna? How poetic.<br><br>'When do I start?' she asked. 'If you want me right away, I had better return to settle my account with my landlady and pack my belongings...'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 01:50:16</strong>
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				He looked back toward her and smiled as he took the contact and put it back in the folder. She could see him smile as he reached down for an umbrella and opened it before stepping into the rain. As he stood there the light seemed to be blocked out creating only a silhoette of himself and the umbrella and everything else around him from the grass to the stones seemed murky. "Unless there is anything else you would like to discuss tommorrow evening would be fine. When you return I will give you the grand tour and history of castle Wintershiven."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 13:54:24</strong>
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				Claudia couldn't remember whether they had made arrangements for her transportation, but the fact was she was conveyed back in the same coach, which waited for her on the following afternoon as well. <br><br>Settling things with her landlady had been straightforward, although she had got an odd look when she said where she was moving. One single, old-fashioned fabric-covered trunk was enough for her few belongings as well, so packing was done quickly as well. Soon she would have enough money for a new wardrobe, but rather few occasions to show it off, she mused wryly.<br><br>This time she was met at the gate by a dour-faced middle-aged woman who introduced herself as the housekeeper and led her up to the staff quarters, on the top floor, beneath the roof gables. Claudia's room was not big, but there was an ensuite bathroom, its fittings old but functional. It was meant to be shared by the occupant of the next room, but since that was empty, it was all hers. The housekeeper informed Claudia that the master would see her in half an hour in the hall, and left her to unpack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 01:58:46</strong>
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				The sky was overcast again with only a few rays of sunlight peaking through the clouds to illuminate the earth. Today the rain did not fall onto the earth but it was as wet as if a massive storm had just stopped. Stones, flowers, bushes, decorations, almost everything outside was soaked in the pure water that had fallen till this morning<br><br>He had spent nearly all day in the library, reading old tomes and taking notes in a foriegn tongue as part of some huge manuscript but as the time for their meeting neared he went to the throne room. The hallway leading up to it was long and high with a brilliant red carpet layed out that extended all the way to the throne itself. Each side had several columns arranged on it and just beyond that was a balcony that lead outward so one could look over the south and north sides of the castle walls and beyond into the forest. When he arrived he first took the time to dust off the anceint yet crumbling mark of authority and then to look outward at the land as he waited, marveling in its beauty
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 12:00:18</strong>
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				Claudia had hung up her clothes in the wardrobe and dragged her trunk out of the way, then she had climbed onto the bed to look out of the single window that was just above it. It was tall and narrow like an arrowslit, but enough for her to take in the panorama of endless miles of pristine old-growth forest. This was really the end of the world, as far as this country was concerned, and if the land belonged to the castle, then it was in no danger of being developed any time soon. She was vaguely glad for that.<br><br>Expecting to be having dinner with the housekeeper after the interview, she decided to make a good impression and changed into her only frock, a navy blue shirt-dress. It was just a little bit tight around the bust, but that would be remedied soon, she thought ahead to her paycheck again.<br><br>Making sure her ponytail was neat, she headed down flight after flight of stairs and found the throne room just in time. Goodness, the place was vast - she had her work cut out of her. Her footsteps were silent on the carpet as she approached her employer, stopping a few paces away in order not to interrupt his musings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 23:33:37</strong>
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				His hand moved up and brushed away a few hairs from his forehead as he turned toward the hallway. He was dressed in a deep blue businessmans soot again with a black tie over the white button up shirt. Just like before his appearance was immaculate and he looked perfect in the light that shined into the room.<br><br>As she walked toward him he set his hands in the front pockets of his pants. "Welcome back." he said softly as his eyes traced over the young woman. He stepped forward, smiling handsomly as he looked into her eyes. "Castle Wintershiven looks a bit brighter since you entered its walls. Did you take care of all your business in town?"
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				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 00:24:51</strong>
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				His smile was infectious, and Claudia found her lips curling up reflexively, just as she blushed slightly at the compliment. 'Yes, thank you,' she said. 'Everything is settled, and I don't have to go back unless I want to. Mrs Stroescu seems to be handling everything very efficiently,' she added, referring to the housekeeper.<br><br>She broke off eye contact, a bit embarrassed, and looked around the room, unconsciously lacing her fingers behind her. 'This is magnificent, and it is not at all hard to imagine it in its days of glory. I will admit I don't know much about the history of the local nobility, but I suppose there was important statecraft written here, am I right?'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 02:43:11</strong>
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				He nodded slowly before turning and walking up to the throne. As he stood over it his hand ran over the elegantly crafted black stone before looking back at her. "Yes, this is the throne room. When this castle was built and used the lord sat here each day and made many decisions that effect our country today. In his vigilance he destroyed many invading armies and forged many peace agreements from this very seat. If it werent for him and his ability to rule, we might not be in Romania at all right now."<br><br>He stepped down from the throne and moved to one of the columns that lined the sides of the chamber, again running his hand over the stone. "These columns mark the history of castle Wintershiven. Each rune is in a dead language and I know of no one on earth that can still read them. This column however is where the story begins and I do have a manuscript of its translation. It was written in the late seventeen hundreds and states that castle Wintershiven was built on this spot because it was a place of power and the castle would be a beacon to the poeple. "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 13:45:00</strong>
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				<em>A place of power</em>... Claudia shivered, despite herself. She was a girl of the area, even if the town, where she had lived most of her life, was out of the castle's shadow; her ambitions and her years in Bucharest had done little to wean her of the local superstitions. There had been gossip about how exactly the place got its power, and even the fact that its influence had been generally benevolent was not enough to silence them completely. The reticence of its inhabitants certainly didn't help with that.<br><br>But if it was scholarly research into the ancestors he was into... that made more sense. Claudia approached the column and looked at the lines of runes, spiralling down its length. 'What dead language could that be?' she asked. 'The local speech has changed little since the time of the Magyars...'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 02:54:25</strong>
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				He looked over toward her and let his hand set back in his front pocket as he considered the question. "No one knows. Lingustics experts around the world have examined these columns and nothing comes even close to these letters." Stepping away from the column he looked back out the opening toward the land and smiled slightly as something came to his mind "Perhaps its a langauge the lord himself created to hide its secrets. Every column is marked and with the amount of detail in this first one I have a hard time believing that all of them tell the tales of Castle wintershiven's history."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 00:35:07</strong>
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				Claudia squinted up at the column again. If that was some kind of code, that made sense. But deciphering it was going to take a lot of work. Perhaps he was going to ask specialists to come in, and that's why he wanted the castle spick-and-span. She was still thinking how to reply when the door opened and the housekeeper stepped in, pausing in some surprise, manifested in a single raised eyebrow, when she saw Claudia still there.<br><br>'Your pardon, sir, I didn't know you had company,' she said, inclining her head slightly. 'Dinner is ready, if you wish to be seated.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 08:13:10</strong>
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				The sound of the other woman's voice made him pull away and look toward her. His hands moved behind his back and stayed there as he nodded slowly. "Yes, thank you." he said before looking over to his newest employee. "I would prefer that you dine with me tonight so that we can talk more. If we have time after dinner I would also like give you the full tour of castle Wintershiven."<br><br>He didn't wait for an answer before he walked past the both of them down the red carpet, stopping just short of the door to adjust one of the banners so that it hung straight before continuing on to the dinning hall. <br><br>The dinning hall was on the third floor, overlooking the courtyard and drawbridge from the half a dozen windows every ten feet. The dinning room was more like an observation post by its original design but inside there were dozen's of candles lit and the smell told that they were the kind made from animal fat. There was a long yet narrow oak table with a pure white tablecloth with ornate red trim laid over it. The table had a cornucopia and fruit as the centerpiece laid in the center. The scent of steamed vegetables and roasted meat filled the air and blackberry wine was set out as well
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 13:48:24</strong>
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				Claudia hurried after him, as much as she could do so in her surprise. She avoided the housekeepers eyes, guessing there would be disapproval there, grateful she had picked to wear what she had.<br><br>Only when the smell of the food tickled her nostrils did she realise how hungry she was. It had been several hours since her skimpy lunch, and the onion and sage stuffed pork joint looked absolutely delicious. At her employer's gesture, she sat on his left and said nothing until the housekeeper had served them both and retired, saying she would bring the pudding later.<br><br>Once they were alone again, she ventured: 'You said those inscriptions are about 300 years old, but the castle has been standing for much longer, hasn't it?'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 03:47:42</strong>
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				He sat down and folded a cloth over his lap before taking up the knife and fork. He took his time cutting the meat into small bite size pieces and she could tell that he had impeccable table manners. Once everything had been cut up he took a bite of the meat and made a pleased Mmmm sound. "This is quite good tonight." he commented before pouring a glass of wine for himself and offering the bottle to her. <br>&nbsp;<br>He slowly shook his head side to side at her question. "No, I think you are confused. The translations I have are about three hundred years old. Those markings are as old as this castle. They were likely started just days after the castle's construction was completed...what do you think they chronicle?" he asked curiously
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 10:52:35</strong>
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				It took Claudia some effort to wrap her mind around the idea. She chewed, swallowed, then had a sip of wine, which was stronger and more aromatic than anything she had had before.<br><br>'I don't know,' she admitted eventually. 'It makes sense for the masters of the castle to want to keep annals of events, but why chronicle books were not good enough is beyond me... Still, it is fascinating. Please, tell me more, if you will.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 23:10:53</strong>
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				He smiled as he took a bite of the roast and leaned back in his chair. He slowly considered the thought and then shrugged. "The reason could be any. My theory is since this was at one time a region drowning in war and the castle met many battles even though for the time period is was a perfect defense, that it was a way to ensure the history would continue. Books can burn but if they wanted to take the castle they would have to destroy the throne room itself to remove the history. It stands now and it will stand for many more centuries"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 12:56:32</strong>
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				'That it does,' said Claudia, smiling a little. It was the best meal she had had in a long time; since her parents were alive, in fact, before she moved away and money became increasingly tight. Her cheeks felt warm, and she was sure they were flushed. She wondered briefly if the wine was making her light-headed.<br><br>'But if the purpose of annals is to preserve events, they must be readable... If they are in code, then there must be something there that is not meant to be understood by the uninitiated.' She chuckled briefly. 'I'm sorry, I must have read too many mystery stories, but this is more fascinating than anything made up.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 05:08:12</strong>
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				"Many mysteries, like legends and myths, were based in fact." he said, almost as if to counter her brushing the idea away. "If they are a code of some kind, it will likely take years to decode it but I am a patient man. The truth will be discovered in the future."<br><br>After eating the last bit of dinner he reached forward and picked up a pie covered in white cream which he cut and set a single piece on his plate. "Would you like some? Its blackberry pie and quite good." he said softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 15:40:23</strong>
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				'Yes, please... Thank you,' was all that Claudia could say. Blackberry pie... that was a luxury she hadn't had in years. Mrs Stroescu was definitely the kind of cook that city restaurants would fight over. Staff dinners might not be so elaborate, but they would definitely be good, she thought.<br><br>'I wish I could be more help,' she said after a few mouthfuls. 'But I'm afraid I can't compete with your research... What I can do is keep the place neat, so anyone who might come to help you will be impressed, as they should, and hopefully learn more about it myself.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 03:39:05</strong>
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				He nodded slowly as he took a few bites of the pie, again making a pleased Mmmm sound at the pie's taste. "Shes out done herself tonight..." he said before wiping his mouth with a napkin to collect any stray crumbs. "I am sure you will be a perfect fit for my home Miss Mircea." he said in a reassuring voice. <br><br>He looked out the windows, watching the sun fall below the horizon and the last bits of sunlight blinking out till they sky changed to a hue of gray. "Well I think the meal is concluded for the night." he said before setting the utensils down and then moving toward the far end of the room to lit an old brass lantern. He picked it up and walked back toward her. "Should any of the staff need me, I will be retiring to the library for the rest of the night. Please see to the dishes and if you see Mrs Stroescu give her my thanks for the lovely meal tonight."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 01:02:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Claudia stood, a bit unsteadily. That had been easily the most surreal meal in her life. Hopefully the staff did that more normally.<br><br>The housekeeper had left the little serving trolley just outside the door, so it was easy for Claudia to load the dishes and take them down to the kitchen. The older woman was knitting next to the fireplace. She rose without a word to get the tableware soaking, then wished Claudia a curt goodnight and left for her room.<br><br>Claudia started up again, fully intending to retire to her own room. She would have to start work early in the morning. But she couldn't help pausing before the open doors to the throne room. The soft lantern light made it look almost as it must have been when it was new. She found herself inside again before she knew which way her feet were taking her.<br><br>The gaps between the pillars were decorated with objects from times past - stone urns, suits of armour, weapons, going back several centuries; she wasn't sure how many. She stopped before a particularly elaborate armour inlaid with silver and reached out to run her fingertips over the massive breastplate...<br><br>It probably wasn't well secured, because at the barest touch, one of the gauntlets fell onto the stone pedestal with a clang. Claudia winced, looked around - and noticed a grating of stone on stone behind the metallic echo. A panel of the wall had slid sideways, revealing a little narrow passage, little more than a patch of deeper darkness in the shadows.<br><br>Anyone sensible would have turned around instantly, or gone for help to right the mistake. Claudia took another step instead, into the dark passage.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 06:19:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The darkness parted only a few feet as the lantern's light shined in. It was darker then dark, pitch black would be the word most people would have used but even pitch seemed lighter in color then the darkness she stared into. A few more steps forward made her see the light reflect off of something perhaps two somethings. <br><br>With a few steps closer she heard a soft thump ahead of her and then the reflection of light once again. This time there were many more such reflections and before she could take another step forward she saw movement as well. Something coming closer its shadow was huge extending up along the walls and even on up to the ceiling but there was no telling its actual size.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 17:03:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a castle, of course there would be secret passages in those massive walls, thought Claudia, although the reality she was facing had little to do with fiction. It was very narrow and obviously there was no space for wall sconces. Whoever wanted to go through it had to bring their own light. She gripped the rope banister, fully expecting to find a staircase with every step, or perhaps a hidden trapdoor or oubliette. How deep would such a shaft be?<br><br>Thumping? More light down the passage? Claudia was really alarmed now. She wasn't supposed to be in there in the first place, and she was about to be seen. She turned around, risking turning her back to whoever or whatever was approaching, in the effort to get out in time.<br><br>The last thing she remembered seeing was the secret passage door sliding closed just in front of her, trapping her inside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 01:03:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The shadow seemed to grow taller and thicker till it was to large to tell what it was then something dashed into the light, running past her feet. Then something else pounced on it a small black figure shooting from one end with amazing speed. There was a slight squeel as if it sounded like something was under attack and a moment later silence, the shadows gone, and the reflections of light gone. Beyond that light of the lantern there was only the stale air, the darkness, and silence.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 13:08:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Claudia tried to pry the secret door open, in vain. In fact, it was so well constructed that her fingers could barely feel the seam where it fitted. She would never manage to open it again on the inside, unless she found a spring or something.<br><br>At least, if there were critters in there, there was enough air. And of course the passage had to lead somewhere, right? She swallowed back a wave of claustrophobic panic, gripped the banister and moved forward, slowly. One step at a time... and she would come out somewhere. Eventually.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 02:49:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her curiousity brought her down a set of stairs and to a level stone hallway that opened up into a huge room, so large that the lantern light could not light up the whole thing at once. Around her she could see mostly empty bookshelves with scrolls and loose pages scattered about on them and on the floor. On the side of the wall was a large wooden desk with a variety of jars and beakers arranged. Each jar filled with a green liquid and something inside that was unrecognizable. As she walked into the center of the room she could see a symbol on the ground <br><br>Symbol picture: (http://i420.photobucket.com/albums/pp289/guardianangel98/symbol1.jpg)<br><br>Without warning she heard something in the darkness that sounded like a loud thump as if a something light had fallen a few feet and hit the stone floor hard and the sound echoed quietly around her masked by the darkness. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 23:08:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				By the time Claudia reached the cavernous chamber, she had lost all sense of orientation. How deep underground was she, anyway, if there was room for such a high roof? The place looked like an alchemist's workshop, and only recently vacated. She didn't want to know what were half of the things around.<br><br>She looked over some of the abandoned loose pages, but they were manuscripts, and the handwriting was so spidery she couldn't quite decipher them. She skirted the edges of the symbol on the floor, avoiding the jars, and wondered which way to go next...<br><br>The sound of falling made her almost jump out of her skin. She turned the lantern in the direction of the sound, half-hoping, half-dreading finding the source, but she could see nothing. So she started on her way towards that corner, curiosity winning over fear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 06:17:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the light cut away the darkness a small black figure appeared and the light reflected off of something. Then she realized she was looking at a pair of eyes in the darkness. Suddenly it jumped forward and she saw a mostly black cat with white paws, chin, and belly. It sat down in the lanterns light and she realized that it was a female and on its nose was a hint of blood that she licked off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 14:26:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Claudia let out her breath slowly, almost shuddering. For a moment, she thought that was too much like cheap horror films, and she almost laughed at that. So that kitty had hunted down the rat that had almost tripped her earlier, a rat that was, by the sound, almost as big as herself.<br><br>She crouched down slowly, trying not to frighten the animal, then reached out one hand towards it. The cat sniffed her palm, then butted her head into it. 'Good kitty,' whispered Claudia. 'I wonder where you've come from.'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 01:47:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The small cat rubbed against her hand as if demanding to be petted. She seemed friendly but stayed only a few moments before dashing back off into the darkness, her form disappearing in the murky blackness that surrounded Claudia. However the cat's shadow occasionally peaked through, covering the walls and ceiling at times. There were a few more shuffling sounds just beyond her vision but other then that it became quiet again
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 13:18:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Right... That was a nice little petting break, Claudia decided, but it was time to go back to finding a way out of there. There had to be a way out of the chamber, apart from the one she had come in through. She could only hope it was big enough to fit her as well, not just the cat. She approached one wall and started walking slowly, one hand running over dusty shelf and rough bare wall, feeling for anything resembling an opening.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 23:02:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Behind her the soft lantern light melded along the passageway she had entered from. The man holding it was dressed in robes as black as the night and the ends of the hem, sleeves, and hood were sewn with a deep red cloth. As soon as his lantern shined over her she heard a familiar voice shout out in a commanding tone "You should not be here."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 00:09:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Claudia whirled around, almost losing her footing. If the sudden sound hadn't been enough to make her jump out of her skin, the alien appearance of - her employer? - left her breathless for a moment, not just speechless.<br><br>'I... I know,' she managed finally, little over a whisper. 'I'm sorry... I didn't mean to be here... it was all by mistake.' <em>There goes your job, and you haven't even started properly, you dumb cow.</em> Fully expecting to be unceremoniously thrown out, she just looked away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 01:36:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She heard the sound of metal scraping against the snow as he walked forward. He stopped only a single step away from her and reached forward, setting his hand on her chin and lifting it up so that he could see her eyes. Within a few moments she would feel everything getting hazy, her memory fragmenting, and her body becoming aroused. <br><br>As he stared into her eyes through the lantern light she could see a smile form on his lips. "You'll come with me, there are some things we need to do." Without waiting for any kind of answer he turned around and began to walk back up the path they had come down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 22:59:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That smile was really charming, thought Claudia fuzzily. If he hadn't turned away from her so swiftly, she would have reached out to trace his lips with her fingertips. She swallowed hard, not even wondering at the tingling that had taken over every inch of her skin, and hurried after him.<br><br>The fear of dismissal was gone. The guilt of being caught was gone as well. There was something they needed to do. It didn't even cross her mind what that might be. The hours just before had never existed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 03:14:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lead her to the top floor and enter a huge bedroom with an old style king sized bed where one could pull a cord to make the thick blankets on each side fall to block out the light. There was a small kitchenette built in to the side with a refrigerator, oven, microwave, and a few pots and pans hanged out. At the other end was another door that was opened and showed a huge bathroom and by that door was a large walk in closet. The most notable feature was likely the large fireplace with a pair of couches placed parallel to one another and with a coffee table in the center. <br><br>As they entered he motioned to one of the couches "Please take a seat." he said sternly before going to the closet. He returned with a small closed satchel that he set at his feet and took a seat next to her, leaning over and reaching out with one hand that was set on her right cheek. "Why do you think I brought you here?" he asked softly, smiling as he stared into her eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 12:11:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The details of the room imprinted themselves in Claudia's mind, although she would probably not remember much in the morning. For the time, though, they were crystal clear, and all she could think was how all those surfaces would feel against her heated skin...<br><br>She sat mechanically when bid to do so, and her breath came out in a long, ragged sigh when his hand cupped her cheek. What had he asked her? Ah yes, why she was there. 'I don't know,' she said. She thought it sounded normal, but in truth it was just a whisper. It was hard to think of anything else than his eyes filling her field of vision. 'Tell me...'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 03:37:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand moved away and he stood up in front of her, looming over her as his shadow seemed to engulf the room. "I require your silence about what you saw and to get it I intend on making you scream in pure unbridled Ecstasy tonight. Till the sun rises you are mine, to do my bidding and receive a kind of pleasure that has never been recorded on paper or in myth."<br><br>He reached forward offering his hand to her "Will you join me and experience a night that will make epic legends of the past pale in comparison?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 11:00:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If Claudia had been herself, her everyday waking self, she would probably have chuckled at the grandiosity of his words and thought he was boasting in an effort to impress her and the performance wouldn't probably live up to the claim. But as she was, she just craned her head back a little to keep looking up at him, her eyes dilated in the firelight.<br><br>Pleasure. Ecstasy. If her mind was numbed, the pulsing between her legs only grew and her insides clenched in response. 'Yes,' she said, and one heartbeat later added, 'Please.'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 00:30:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He reached down letting his hands slide beneath her knees and around her back before he gently lifted her up. He carried her to the bed and layed her down with the greatest of care before reaching up to pull off the jacket of his suit and set it to the side. He then threw off his tie and slowly unbuttoned the front of his shirt till she could see the toned form of his chest. <br><br>As he stood over her he leaned down and pressed his lips softly against hers for just a moment and then stared into her eyes. "Tonight you belong to me. Are you ready to serve?" he whispered against her lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 11:23:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her shoes had slipped off her feet as he picked her up, remaining unnoticed by the side of the sofa. There was a soft sighing sound as her body sank into the thick mattress, and she couldn't resist stretching out, but her eyes never left him, as he started undressing. <em>God, he's gorgeous...</em> Her womb clenched in reflexive response to the thought.<br><br>She was just beginning to think about sitting up to struggle out of her dress, which was growing oppressive on her heated skin, but his kiss stopped her in her tracks. She whimpered softly as he broke it, then... Serve? 'Yes,' she breathed, struggling to keep her eyes open. 'Yours.'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 01:03:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He reached down and slowly unbuckled the leather belt from the silver buckle that held it in place and his pants instantly became looser around his waist and thighs. Smiling he worked the button off and the zipper down before sliding them and the silk boxer shorts that still hugged his form till they fell to the ground. He kneeled over her, showing a perfectly toned body that was muscular yet not overly so. <br><br>"Undress for me" he said softly as he sat up, looming over her as he waited to see her in her entire form, as nude as the day she was born. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 23:02:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She found it hard to take her eyes off him - and why would she want to, anyway? The way he inched towards her made her skin crawl, as if his warmth was reaching out to her own. That magnificent naked form of his was filling her field of vision, absorbing all her attention...<br><br>Undress? Oh God yes, not a minute too soon. Her fingers were virtually trembling with impatience, fumbling with the buttons of her shirt dress. She wriggled out of it desperately, not wanting to move further, and tossed it over the side of the bed, not even noticing where it landed.<br><br>The sensible garment didn't do her figure justice. Beneath it, she was all lean, smooth curves, sculpted by twenty years of rigorous dance practice. She unhooked her bra and tossed it away too, stiff nipples standing out dark against her ivory skin, then peeled off her panties, without any embarrassment for the spreading damp patch at the crotch.<br><br>It was only then, once she was as naked as himself, that she let out one single word: 'Approve?'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 04:32:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He took a long moment to look over her drinking in every inch of her body till her naked form was burned into his memories. When he was finally done he nodded slowly and reached past her into the nearby dresser as each candle in the room seemed to flicker and burn brighter. He kissed her soft lips as he drew close, granting her the kind of kiss that true lovers shared when they held and made love to one another. It took only a few moments to get what he wanted for her and as he drew away he set them between them. <br><br>Even in the dim light she could see they were shackles and a collar, each one made of black leather, a silver buckle, and small silver studs lining the edges. On the largest one, the collar was different which had a small silver D ring on both sides. "You're as gorgeous as any mortal woman could be, but with these on you would look like a goddess. Put them on for me." he said softly, his voice barely a whisper on the wind that blew through the castle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 00:18:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The feel of his lips on hers sent a shudder down her spine and the pulsing between her legs rose almost to a frenzy - raging hunger demanding to be satisfied. She couldn't hold back a little whimper of loss when he pulled away.<br><br>If she had been in her right mind, she probably would have run away at the sight of the collar and cuffs. They were dangerously close to some of the worst job propositions she had had, the kind, in fact, that had forced her out of the dance profession and brought her back to be domestic assistant...<br><br>It didn't matter. They were exquisite pieces of work, and she couldn't say no to him any more than she could walk away. Slowly, she slipped on the left cuff, then the right, and finally fastened the collar around her neck. It fitted as if it had been made for her, the leather cool against her feverish skin. She dropped her hands to her lap once done, and looked up at him, waiting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 06:05:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he looked over her with each item fastened into position he nodded slowly and spoke softly. "Perfect." He reached forward with his right hand, letting his fingers wrap around the silver D ring at the front of the collar and he pulled her forward somewhat roughly before he allowed his lips to touch hers again, this time kissing her with all the unbridled passion and need in his soul. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 14:12:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Claudia gasped at the tug, unprepared for its suddenness. The force behind it pulled her upright, almost off the bed, and one hand closed tightly on his shoulder, in a reflexive effort not to topple over. And then his lips covered hers, and nothing else mattered.<br><br>Her eyes dropped closed, her lips parted under the pressure, and the grip of her hand on his shoulder relaxed, her fingers sliding up, running across the nape of his neck and tangling into his hair. She moaned softly into his mouth, then dropped back slowly, letting his weight press her down into the mattress without breaking the kiss for a second.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 06:10:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He layed a few more kisses on her lips before moving down her body, kissing down her jaw and then her neck. He stopped at her shoulders kissing along them and suckling gently for a moment before moving down further. He left just a small mark on the top of her shoulder, easily concealable in just about any garb. <br><br>His lips kissed down over her breasts, stopping to fondle her breasts and to suckle each nipple. His expert tongue working on the sensitive yet hardened flesh for several moments before looking back up to her face and giving a pleased smile. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 00:11:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If the mark his mouth left on her shoulder hurt, Claudia wouldn't know. She was so consumed by the sensation, as if her senses were fine-tuned, that all she could feel was his kisses, his caresses, waking up her skin as they were putting her mind to sleep.<br><br>When his lips closed on her nipples, her eyes flicked wide open and her back arched sharply. The nubs were already dark and stiff, but the extra attention made her whimper. The mischievous smile on his face made her insides clench once more, and before she knew it, she was reaching down to run her fingers through his hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 04:16:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stayed there for several moments letting her feel the experienced tongue and lips kiss and suckle her breasts before he looked up into her eyes once more and smiled before moving further down her body. His lips kissed down her abdomen till he came to the moist entrance between her legs. <br><br>His arms slipped under her outer thighs and he leaned down, letting his tongue snake out and lick once along her entrance before looking up into her eyes again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 15:48:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Each flick of his tongue made her jolt with another breathless moan. By the time his mouth left her nipples, they were painfully hard and a film of sweat was glistening on her skin in the firelight.<br><br>Little muscles twitched in the wake of his kisses and caresses further down, heated flesh shivering, any sense of reserve long gone. Her nether lips parted as he pulled her thighs wider; she kept completely smooth, like in her dancing years, and there was no hiding the engorgement of arousal, nor the wetness coating them.<br><br>The sweep of his tongue along the quivering slit made her convulse and let out a strangulated cry. 'Please...'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 03:19:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was a cruel man, refusing her plea for him to take her. Instead he held her thighs tightly, keeping them spread apart as his tongue slowly licked her entrance. Each stroke moving at an excruciatingly slow pace along her entrance. He stayed there for almost a minute before finally letting his tongue slide inside her, swirling around as he tasted her sweet juices.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 12:55:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The teasing was almost too much. Claudia was about to scream in frustration when his tongue snaked into her - and <em>that</em> sensation almost made her sit up before flopping down again with a groan, quivering, a bead of sweat trickling down between her breasts.<br><br>He was working her up into a frenzy, but not enough, as if he wanted her to teeter on the edge forever, without release. Her insides were convulsing, demanding, but immobilised in his grasp as she was, there was nothing she could do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 03:37:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was unrelenting in the torturous pleasure he gave her, letting his tongue slide inside her as far as it could reach and swirling around slowly to make her moan and scream. It was only a few minutes till he lifted his face and wiped her juices from his lips yet it felt much longer. <br><br>His hands moved down massaging her breasts and he looked into her eyes and allowing the tip of his hardened flesh to rub against her entrance. "Do you want more?" he said in a soft voice yet one that told her she would have to wait longer before she could feel him inside her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 18:07:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It could have been going on forever; Claudia had lost any sense of time, cresting wave after wave of pleasure without ever being allowed to go over and crash. When he paused in that maddening stimulation, she would have cried, if she had enough breath for it.<br><br>But his hands mauling her breasts, the rubbing of her stiff nipples against his palms, the throbbing of his hardness against her engorged folds, all that meant he was far from done yet. She ignored the undertone promising more teasing. 'Yes!' she pleaded, still breathless. 'More... please.'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 06:18:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He reached under her, his arm sliding beneath her back, and he lifted her up slowly so that she could see his eyes. His lips curled slowly till she looked on a smile that told her she was trapped, forced to stay here for him and to fulfill every command and wish that passed over his lips. <br><br>As he stared into her eyes words rolled off his lips as if he were reciting an eloquent poem or play. "If you truly want more, then kneel before me and let your lips prove your desire."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 16:33:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Such a demand was too close to some of the last few assignments that Claudia had had, before giving up and returning home. On one occasion, she had flat out refused and walked out; on another, she had fled, leaving the would-be suitor a souvenir of her nails down the side of his face.<br><br>But there was nothing she could refuse to this man. Not while he fixed her with those eyes. Not while her whole body cried out to be taken and enjoyed.<br><br>She balanced herself onto her knees, splaying them wide, then leaned forward on all fours and dragged her tongue along the underside of his shaft, before wrapping her lips around the head and sucking it in slowly, until it hit the back of her throat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 18:15:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As her lips wrapped around his hardened flesh a pleased Mmmmm sound seemed to echo throughout the room as if it were coming from him as well as the room itself. It was all the same voice yet came from all directions at once as if he was everywhere and yet nowhere at once. <br><br>He let her please him, letting her move as she wished and learn exactly what brought him to the brink of pleasure. His eyes looked down into hers piercing her very being as if he was looking into the depths of her soul and as she looked up into his eyes she could see her true self clearly reflected in his eyes. After a few moments he breathed in deeply and asked her "What do you see?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 01:03:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That purring sound of pleasure vibrated all over her skin, like an insistent caress that made her groan, deep in her throat. His shaft twitched in response to that vibration, and there was no stopping or going back.<br><br>She wanted to close her eyes and keep pleasuring him, give him all the ecstasy he wanted, needed, could take, without really thinking to wonder if she was enough for that. But his gaze held hers, and the self she saw reflected there had nothing to do with the downtrodden Claudia of outside the castle walls. In there, she could have been royalty - the fierce and savage kind that had ruled those mountains before civilisation arrived, not so long ago.<br><br>Reluctantly letting his shaft out of her mouth, she whispered in answer, 'I see a wild woman... who lives for the pleasure to give and take from you.'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 02:44:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was as he thought, the self that she hid from everyone else had been brought out for him to see and experience without pause or a need to hide. The Reverie she experienced was a time of truth for everyone, letting them be their hidden yet true selves and never having to worry about their actions within the night since they would remember almost nothing when they woke the next day. <br><br>He smiled warmly, leaning down to press his lips gently against hers in a soft kiss as if he were her true and only lover. His eyes closed in that moment pouring in the emotion and desire deep in his heart, mind, and body for several moments before withdrawing and letting their lips part. "A perfect answer" he said softly as he sat back. His hand reached forward grasping the metal D ring on the front of the collar she wore and slowly pulled her toward him. "Now continue. Be that wild woman and give and take your pleasure from me"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 15:20:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The lucidity that had allowed her to say even those few words fled as soon as his lips touched hers. She tilted her face up to meet him, almost desperate as his emotions poured into her, as if her own barriers had dissolved. She could no longer distinguish if what she felt was her own or his, reflected within her.<br><br>She leaned forward as he pulled her closer, eyes half-closed, finding her position by touch alone. She raised both arms to encircle his neck, the chains linking her cuffs dropping lightly across his shoulders, then crawled closer on her knees, coming to straddle his lap. The hardness quivering against her wetness made her whimper again. 'Oh, take me... please...'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 02:36:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands slide up beneath her thighs as he sat up, lifting her up and then letting her fall back slowly into the soft mattress of his bed. As he moved closer he spread her legs while staring into her eyes, his hardened flesh throbbing as his heart raced. She felt the tip brush against her burning, slick entrance once and then he eased himself inside of her, taking his time so that he could hear her desire for more
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 11:25:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her breath caught in her throat as he pushed her down again and pinned her beneath him. Her cuffed wrists were still resting on his shoulders, his face hovering so close above hers...<br><br>He didn't have to press much to spread her legs; her thighs dropped apart almost desperately, pulling the folds of her sex open as well, engorged and quivering with barely contained need. And then he was pressing into her, finally, and her back arched reflexively, rubbing her painfully hard nipples against his chest. 'Oh yes,' she whimpered as his pelvis came to grind against hers, his entire length buried inside her. 'Please... more...'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 23:39:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he was buried inside her she felt the shackles seem to tighten, forcibly bringing her wrists and ankles together yet nothing held them together even though it felt like there was a small length of chain between them. With her at his mercy he slowly drew his hips back and thrust forward, letting her feel exactly what she desired so much. He leaned down, propping himself up on his elbows as his hands took hold of her breasts, squeezing them softly and fondling them as their bodies rubbed together.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Lilias)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 17:01:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Claudia writhed in his grip, those curious restraints making her feel like he was teasing her even more mercilessly. Her nipples were painfully hard against his hands and her insides clenched every time his shaft plunged into her.<br><br>She could no longer keep her eyes open; her eyelids fluttered half-closed, although she could still feel his mesmerising gaze through her thick lashes. Her moans were gradually rising to little cries of pleasure, just as her hips started to roll and buck against his, intensifying his thrusting.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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