Cat dreams (Rhyal and Cherri Tart)
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				Title: <strong>Cat dreams (Rhyal and Cherri Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhyal</strong> on <strong>13-03-2007, 10:35:26</strong>
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				Rhyal wasn't accustomed to being in public without his body guards, especially not places with so many commoners. At the moment though his concern was on other matters, and it was doubtful that a commoner would recognize his face. Nonetheless he wore a hood to keep most of his features hidden. After all, commoners didn't actually participate at the auction, they just watched. It would be the talk of the kingdom if some noble happened to see the young prince at the public slave auction buying a girl no less. As he made his way through the crowd few people even looked at him, he felt a lot better about his identity.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Just as he got to the stage a beautiful girl with a long cream coloured tail, it's tip the hue of milk chocolate and small pointy ears of the same color was being drug towards the middle of the platform. Her fur was a lucious cream as well, although her hands and feet matched her ears and her almond shaped saphire eyes were set in a dark mask of fur as well.&nbsp; An exotic beauty from far off.<br><br>&nbsp;She wore the remnants of a silk sari, once an opulant crimson, graced with golden thread, but now merely shreds of it's former glory, barely concealing her sex and her young breasts.&nbsp; Someone of worth, perhaps... at one time, at least.&nbsp; Now, she had obviosly fallen far from grace.&nbsp; She was pulling against the chains that bound here hands, feet, and neck with all of her might. The men who held her chains looked at each other and smiled a cruel smile as she hissed and tried to scratch at them. By this time they had her positioned quite directly in the center of the stage. They fastened her arm and leg chains into large loops of iron that protruded from the wood of the platform, then pulled her neck chain through another loop and secured it with her face just a few inches from the deck.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Quite suddenly Rhyal found himself staring a very scared and humiliated but very beautiful girl full in the face. He could see the terror in her eyes and a chill ran down his spine at the thought of what he would see in them later.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;The auctioneer had begun taking bids for the girl and she had already 'earned' quite a good price. Rhyal simply raised his hand and faced the auctioneer, “I'll pay quadruple the last bid.”<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;“Sold” cried the auctioneer as Rhyal walked up onto the stage to pay for this girl. The price he ended up paying was 36 nobles, a small fortune. Well worth it he thought to himself. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;The men who had chained her down now removed most of her bindings leaving only a set of shackles around her wrists and a small chain around her neck to lead her with. Rhyal took the chain and pulled her kicking and screaming towards the edge of the stage away from the crowd. He stopped and turned to her, “Are you going to come peacefully or am I going to have to pull you all the way? And what should I call you?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>13-03-2007, 18:11:58</strong>
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				She trembled at his touch, never having been so touched before.&nbsp; In her homeland she would have been revered, a priestess of Shia, the goddess of the sun, chaste and pure, untouched by another.&nbsp; &nbsp;She'd been happy within the temple in Ramalda, but then war had come, and with it armies of barbarians who hunted down her and her fellow priestesses, selling them off into slavery.&nbsp; The man who'd bought her had touched her many times, each time leaving her shaking in terror to cry herself asleep.&nbsp; And now, this.&nbsp; Sold as a common slave to this... this barbarian.&nbsp; It was more then she could bear. <br><br>"Please, sir.&nbsp; I beg you to let me go."&nbsp; her voice was exotic, the words of Rhyal's language sounding delightfully strange upon her tonuge.&nbsp; "I have done nothing to deserve this.&nbsp; If you have any heart, you will set me free."&nbsp; &nbsp;Tears spilled freely from her eyes, leaving tracks upon the soft down of her cheeks, and her ears lay flat against her head while her tail wrapped itself about her leg.<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Rhyal</strong> on <strong>13-03-2007, 21:29:48</strong>
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				Rhyal knew that this was coming, he'd seen many slaves beg and plead with there masters for there freedom and had learned to fight down the compassion that he couldn't help but feel for them. He did feel sorry for her but even if he were to let her go there would be no where in the city for her to find safety. She would most likely be captured again just to be sold all over. 'Better being owned by me than someone else,' he assured himself as he prepared his response to the girl.<br>“You can call me Master and you will find no freedom from me, but if you do as I ask you will find much kindness. If you do not I may have to encourage you to do my bidding. From your tattered clothing I can see that you once lived a nice life. Whatever luxuries you had I will give and more, I will make your life one of comfort and ease. So I ask again, will I be forced to drag you through the streets or will you walk on our way home?” He raised his hand towards her face and gently wiped some of the wetness from her cheek. “I still do not know what name to call you.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>14-03-2007, 08:17:12</strong>
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				She almost jerked at his touch, depsite it's gentleness.&nbsp; Until the slavers came, never before had a male dared touch her. It would once have been punishable by death.&nbsp; Now, it seemed it was her fate, cruel as that might seem. <br><br>"You offer comfort and ease?" she asked, her voice husky and low, a natural lilting senusality to it.&nbsp; "Yet not freedom.&nbsp; What good is luxery if I am not free?"&nbsp; her tears halted, but there was sadness in her voice.&nbsp; <br><br>"At least allow me to retain dignity.&nbsp; I will not fight you and you will not drag me like animal."&nbsp; She sighed, silently, offering a prayer to Shia for deliverance.&nbsp; At least this one wasn't a brute like her captors.&nbsp; <br><br>"I was once called Varressak a'Jahn, a name which means Kissed by Flames in my people's tongue.&nbsp; No longer, though.&nbsp; Now I would have you call me Asha, for I have lost everything..."<br><br>She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry again.&nbsp; She wouldn't!&nbsp; Stiffling the sobs that threatened her, she held her head high.&nbsp; She would show this male that she still had her pride.&nbsp; She would walk through the streets as his slave, but in her heart she would never be any male's property.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Rhyal</strong> on <strong>15-03-2007, 01:38:04</strong>
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				Satisfied by her answer Rhyal turned and walked down the street holding the leash firmly in one hand. No one paid any attention to slaves being lead from place to place, since the war had started it had become a common occurrence. His destination was still several streets away but with each passing step he and his unwilling companion, Asha, found themselves just a little bit closer to the largest building in the kingdom, the Royal Palace of Dalston. This was not where he was going though. It would be foolish to get so close to the Palace where everyone would recognize him, cloak or not. Instead he was heading for a small house just a little ways away.<br><br>Upon reaching his destination Rhyal quickly looked around for anyone following or spying on them. Seeing no one he ducked down the alley way beside the small rickety house. On the back side of the building there was a door with several locks on it. Rhyal took a loop of keys from his belt and clicked each lock open. As they entered the dark room four large men dressed in armor stood with weapons drawn. Rhyal reached up and untied his cloak and hung it on a peg beside the door.<br><br>Rhyal doubted Asha had been able to see much of him, so for her this was the chance to give a face to the hate she obviously felt in her heart. <br><br>He was completely covered in short black fur with a main of black hair falling to his shoulders. He clothes were all made of fine black leather, a vest covered his chest and back leaving his abs exposed and a pair of leather pants concealed his sex. He wore no shoes, he found them more of a burden than anything. He was tall and broad in the shoulders and very muscular. On his belt was a bag presumably containing coin, a set of keys, and a small ornamental dagger. Overall he was extraordinarily handsome.<br><br>The men in armor immediately sheathed there swords when they recognized there 'guest' and all of them bowed there heads, the one in front said “Prince Rhyal, welcome back.”<br>“Thank you Captain,” Asha's captor said, “We won't be staying long, can you please open the trap door to the palace tunnel.” This was no question and the guards knew it, they quickly pulled the rug up off the floor and unlocked a square door that had been hidden under it.<br>Rhyal turned to Asha, his bright blue eyes making contact with hers, the eyes of a prince with all the power and authority. He then reached for her neck and removed the chain leash. Taking her by the hand he lead her down the sitars that went down into the gloom of a poorly lit passage way.<br><br>The corridor that Rhyal and Asha now walked through was carved through stone. There were torches along the walls at well spaced intervals, allowing just enough light for a cat to see. After walking quite a ways the gently sloping tunnel gave way to stairs that zig-zaged back and forth going ever upwards. They passed a couple of doors each with guards standing at ready but they didn't stop. At the top of the last set of stairs one last&nbsp; pair of guards stood at attention. One of them quickly opened the door and Rhyal and Asha went through into a large square room with a lot of open windows. <br><br>The room its self was dominated by a large round bed in the center with heaps of pillows and a couple of silken sheets. In the corner was a large tub for bathing and next to that was a sink and a table covered in bathing oils and perfumes. Behind a screen was a toilet. In another corner a large table sat with two very comfortable looking chairs. The windows went all the way around the room except where the door came in.<br><br>“This tower belongs to me,” Rhyal said to Asha after the door had been closed, “but you will be living here. The furniture is all mine, but you will be using it. You will find no clothing here. The only way in or out is through that door but I'm afraid you'll find that from now on I'm the only one who will be able to come and go, other than your servants. I wouldn't advise trying to escape through the windows, its quite a long fall. You will have anything you want to eat, and as much as you can. You will be made very comfortable and you won't be lonely for I plan on spending much time here.” <br><br>Rhyal looked Asha up and down fully enjoying the shape of her body for the first time. At the auction he had been in a hurry. He had known she was beautiful but now as he let his eyes wander over her skin and between the tears in her sari and across her face he realized that she was truly one of the most beautiful things he had ever see. He wanted to see her clothing fall away and see her fur shine in the bright sun after bathing, and he intended to very soon.<br>“Ok, lets get you cleaned up. The bathtub is already filled with warm water, just drop your clothes here on the ground and I'll have a servant come and dispose of them.” Rhyal said as he took a seat on the bed facing Asha and the tub.
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				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>15-03-2007, 08:43:51</strong>
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				Asha... Lost one, in her people's tongue, looked about her, trying hard not to tremble as she was led about on her chain, as they entered the small building.&nbsp; This man, her owner, thrice cursed be his name, must be extremely important to have so many body guards about.&nbsp; And then she heard one of the warriors call him Prince!&nbsp; Her deep, blue eyes went wide at that.&nbsp; A prince of the royal house?&nbsp; She dared glance at him.&nbsp; He was handsome, she supposed, or would be to some.&nbsp; To her, he was merely odious.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>And then... she froze in place as his eyes met hers, his presence overwhelming her for one brief moment.&nbsp; Not just a title, she couldn't help but think, but an apt description.&nbsp; He was descended from kings and the light of his ancestors shone out of eyes that matched her own for brilliance.&nbsp; She felt awe.&nbsp; She quickly recovered, pushing it away, remembering to hold on the her animosity for him, he who dared lead her about on a leash...<br><br>He released her then.&nbsp; Not that she would dare do anything more then meekly let herself be guided.&nbsp; After all, she was but a female, weak of arm and not cunning in the ways of war.&nbsp; Even if he had been without guards, she would have no chance of overcoming him...<br><br>Through the passages she let him lead her, quickly becoming hopelessly lost, until they reached what she supposed was the palace and his royal quarters.&nbsp; They passed more guards and then... they were alone within his rooms.&nbsp; <br><br>Opulent, yet simple.&nbsp; She looked around, listening to him talk.&nbsp; Males always talked as he did.&nbsp; Proud and confident, sure that he was in control and that she would not think to do more then what she was commanded.&nbsp; She sighed silently at that.&nbsp; Even his command to disrobe his eyes told her that he assumed she would obey...&nbsp; she did not like the way he looked at her, his eyes possesive and appraising.&nbsp; She would not bare herself in his presence<br><br>"You must leave."&nbsp; she said, her voice firm, if quiet, blushing at the thought of him seeing her nakedness.&nbsp; "I will not be naked before you.&nbsp; Leave first and then I will bathe." <br><br><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Rhyal</strong> on <strong>15-03-2007, 09:22:29</strong>
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				Rhyal sat on the bed for a moment in disbelief. Surly by now she had figured out his birthright and yet still she had the nerve to tell him no. It was unbearable. From the time he could walk his every whim had been fulfilled without so much as an afterthought. He could tell every guard in the kingdom to cut off their own thumbs and they would for disobeying his will was punishable by death. Of course he had never done anything so terrible to another living creature. He had studied under the best scholars of the kingdom and trained under the best knights and warriors in the land. He knew right from wrong.<br><br>Nonetheless this girl standing in front of him clothed only in scraps of cloth had defied him even after he had told her of the consequences. He could feel his blood getting hot in anger.<br><br>Before he even realized it he was lunging towards Asha. He seized her wrists with both hands and pushed them behind her back. He could easily hold her arms in place with one hand, the other hand quickly went to the hilt of his dagger which flew from its sheath like a deadly mirror. He made two deft slices through the air then resheathed his weapon and let go of her arms. He stood back and watched as the remnants of cloth fell freely to the floor, Asha herself had not a scratch. <br><br>He looked Asha full in the eyes now for the second time, his anger being slowly receding, “I warned you that failing to do as I say would result in something you wouldn't like. Unless you want me to put you in the bath as well I suggest you get in yourself.”
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				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>15-03-2007, 09:36:30</strong>
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				Asha's eyes went wide and the fur along her spine and covering her tail stood straight up as she let out a terrified whimper at the sudden violence of the Prince's reaction.&nbsp; Only once before had she been in the presence of such raw anger and hatred; the day that she had been taken.&nbsp; She tried to scramble out of his reach, but he was too fast for her, his strong fingers clasping her wrists behind as firmly as&nbsp; any steel bands.&nbsp; His dagger flew, sure and quick, so close that she could feel it brush her fur, yet she remained unscathed... her Sari, however, did not fare as well, and she was soon naked and trembling, ears flat against her skull.<br><br>Looking into his eyes, she could merely nod, acknowledging his words, not even daring to cover herself with her small hands.<br><br>"As you wish."&nbsp; she managed, blushing as he watched her turn her back to him and step into the warm water, standing for a moment before sinking in, wishing she had the courage to drown herself within the shallow tub.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Rhyal</strong> on <strong>15-03-2007, 22:22:23</strong>
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				Rhyal stood and watched Asha as she turned to the bath and lowered herself down into it. He had scared her, more than he had wanted to. Nonetheless as he watched her he felt satisfaction and desire. 'Besides, this is tradition, be it secret or not.' he thought to himself. Every king for the last three hundred years had a slave as a prince that lived in this tower, no one but their guards ever knew. He couldn't very well go against that.<br>He walked back over to the bed and had a seat, his eyes never leaving Asha. He hungerly drank up her naked body through his eyes.<br><br>He wanted, no, it was stronger than that, he needed to be with her. He needed to feel the silk of her loins against his. He had twenty years of lust pent up inside. He didn't care if it was wrong. He was going to have this girl.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>16-03-2007, 20:07:48</strong>
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				Asha tried to ignore the Prince as he stared at her, feeling the hair upon her slender back prickle at his approach.&nbsp; Never before had she been under the scrutiny of a male, certainly not like this... nor had she bared her body to any other, save in the privacy of the priestesses bath house.&nbsp; Beneath her cream coloured fur, she blushed furiously, ashamed that she should be reduced to an object of lust, for that is what she was, at least to him.<br><br>The heat of the water, at lesat, felt good.&nbsp; She would not relax, but cetainly it was soothing to her tired muscles.&nbsp; Taking a small vial of bath salts, she poured a careful amount into the water, before sinking deeper, so that she was submerged to her shoulders, her eyes closing slightly as she breathed in the fragrant salts, still trying to ignore her new... owner.. the word brought a distasteful frown to her face, and her eyes slid his way, full of sadness and fear.
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				Post by: <strong>Rhyal</strong> on <strong>16-03-2007, 22:31:08</strong>
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				Rhyal could see the terror that Asha was feeling as she looked at him, there was no way she would ever give him what he wanted. However there was a way around this without simply forcing himself on her. There was a serum that had been used for many generations by the prince's of the kingdom, his father and his grandfather and his grandfathers father had all used it. <br><br>Rhyal got up from the bed and walked to the door which he knocked on just once. The door was opened quickly form the other side, the guards stood waiting for orders. He leaned towards them and said something in a whispered tone, too quite for even cat ears to pick up at more than a couple of feet. One of the guards took off down the stairs, returning a minute later with a woman carrying a large platter covered in several types of succulent food, a pitcher full of a deep red juice or maybe wine, and enough tableware for two people. The servant woman took the food to the table and than bowed before leaving. <br><br>Before Rhyal shut the door back he held out his hand to the guards who in turn handed something to the prince.<br><br>Rhyal turned from the door and walked to the table, there was more food here than him and Asha could eat in a day. There were several types of seafood, a couple of red meats, sweet breads, sour breads, four or five different fruits and vegetables, and a large amount of leafy greens from which to choose from. <br><br>Rhyal poured himself a cup of the red liquid and selected a nice looking fish that had been grilled with garlic and lemon juice. He sat these to the side and then took a small crystal phial from his pocket and dribbled half its contents over the food before emptying it into the drink. He did all this in plan view so that Asha could see.<br><br>He knew that Asha would probably ask if it was poison, he knew that she would probably pray that it was, and he also knew that sooner or later she would have to eat or die a very slow and painful death.<br><br>“Are you hungry Asha?” he asked her in a kind tone. It had probably been quite a while since she had a good meal, slavers tend to feed there merchandise very little.
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				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>17-03-2007, 08:46:50</strong>
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				Asha watched him discretely, glad that his attentions were turned away from her.&nbsp; Her ears turned, straining to hear his words, but to no avail... his whispers were too quiet even for her sensitve hearing.&nbsp; Priestess Sherrika had often said that she her curiousity would one day get the better of her, and it was true, she <em>was</em> curious.&nbsp; Especially now, when it was possibly her fate that they were discussing.&nbsp; Had he tired of her already?&nbsp; Or perhaps he had ordered the guard to go fetch some instrument of torture or, even worse, some exotic device used for sex.&nbsp; She had heard tales of such things, used in the opulant palaces by the immoral royals... she shuddered at the thought that such might be used on her... suddenly, death didn't seem such a terrible alternative.<br><br>She let out a small sigh, deciding to enjoy the feel of the water as she could, unable to do anything more.&nbsp; Soon, though, their was another interuption... from the smell that reached her sensitive nose it was a meal... and what a meal... the smell of halibut and shellfish was strongest, making her tummy rumble with hunger.&nbsp; It had been too long since she had eaten more then stale bread and day old greens.&nbsp; <br><br>A paradise of scents now threatened to overwhelm her and her mouth watered.&nbsp; Veal, pork, the pungent smell of lamb, the heady scent of apples, fresh strawberries... her attention fastened to the fare just in time to see him pour something over it as well as into the wine.&nbsp; Poison?&nbsp; Some mind numbing drug to make her more pliable?&nbsp; An aphrodesiac even?&nbsp; She'd heard stories of such, made of powdered rhino horn and the cocks of lions.&nbsp; <br><br>Then he spoke, his words gentle and soft... oh, if she could only believe that his heart was as kind as his words, she might be convinced to hope... but there was no hope for her.&nbsp; She stared at the food, hating the knowledge that, sooner or later, she would break and eat of it... if not this meal, then the next or the one after that... and if not, he would most likely force her to drink of his vial, holding her throat and pouring it past her lips.&nbsp; She was in his power, after all.&nbsp; Perhaps it would be best to end the speculation here and now... <br><br>"Yes.&nbsp; Very hungry."&nbsp; she murmered, nodding along with her words.&nbsp; "I would eat.&nbsp; May I dress first?&nbsp; I am done with my bath, I think."
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				Post by: <strong>Rhyal</strong> on <strong>17-03-2007, 11:37:21</strong>
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				“There are towels there beside the bath, you should dry yourself off and if you want you can wrap it around you while you eat. As for the food it is all quite delicious, however it is also coated in a completely tasteless and odorless substance known as Moon Blood. A single drop or two would be quite enough to have an effect on someone your size. Moon Blood has quite a few interesting qualities. Everything you touch for many hours after eating this food will send waves of extacy throughout your body, you will lose almost all inhibition, and it will induce a state of extreme sexual arousal. I had heard that it is one of the most pleasurable things this world has to offer. Within minutes of taking your first bite you will begin to feel its affects, probably sooner considering the amount I laced you food with.”<br><br>Rhyal said all of this with a completely straight face pausing once or twice to take a juicy bite of fish into his mouth. He was being completely honest with her, but at the same time cruelly torturing her with the food he was eating.
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				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>18-03-2007, 00:36:23</strong>
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				Asha stood, keeping her back to him, hurridly wrapping a towel around her self before stepping out of the large tub, not caring if she dripped water all over.&nbsp; In fact, she hoped she ruined some of the expensive looking rugs that covered the floor.&nbsp; His words haunted her, and she couldn't help but stare at the meal, watching him eat, salivating.&nbsp; Moon blood.&nbsp; She didn't doubt for a moment that he was telling her the truth.&nbsp; <br><br>She wondered, if she was drugged, then it truly wouldn't be so bad... after all, she had little doubt that he planned on forcing her to... she took a deep breath, not even wanting to think the thought... he would force her to do unspeakable acts with him.&nbsp; Of that, she had little doubt.&nbsp; Would it be such a crime to eat the drugged food?&nbsp; Then, she could truly say that she had no control over what happened and maybe it wouldn't be so horrific...<br><br>"If I do not... will you... force me?"&nbsp; she had to ask, her eyes cast down, staring at the floor.&nbsp; "I have... never been with a male, nor desired to.&nbsp; &nbsp;Perhaps you would be better served with a common whore.&nbsp; &nbsp;If you wish, I might be a better companion for talking to... I know many stories and am well educated in histories of my people..."<br><br>She shrugged, doubting he would change his mind, having seen the lust in his eyes herself.&nbsp; Still, she would try.&nbsp; Maybe he would show mercy.
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				Post by: <strong>Rhyal</strong> on <strong>19-03-2007, 05:50:44</strong>
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				Rhyal sat in silence staring at the half ate fish on his plate. He could force himself on her, of that he had little doubt. However he would much prefer taking this girl without the use of physical violence. He had just earlier exerted his will through force and it had left Asha trembling. He found no pleasure in that. He wanted this girl to trust and like him. He would not force himself on her, of that he was sure. If she ate of the food and fell to the influence of Moon Blood she would then surly submit to his will without the need for violence. But if she refused to eat he couldn't very well let her starve to death. <br><br>She wouldn't starve to death, he assured himself. She would eventually eat, anyone would. So his response to her was one of honesty, “I will not force myself onto you, nor will I force you to eat of this tainted food. I will not let you starve though, if it comes down to that I will find someway to get you to eat. As for being served by a common whore I have little interest. I am quite content with you, and if you would like to sit and talk with me I will listen and share with you what I know gladly. I do suspect however that you will eventually eat something, and when you do I'm sure you may find a desire that you've never known before. And I will be here to fulfill it, as well as my own.”
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				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>20-03-2007, 09:20:38</strong>
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				Asha looked at the Prince strangely, her thoughts hidden.&nbsp; He was being unexpectedly kind, despite the fact that he obviously looked upon her as property.&nbsp; She had expected anything but this.&nbsp; And honest.&nbsp; He could easily have drugged her without her knowledge yet... she wondered at his motives.&nbsp; She'd been cloistered away from most common people, and had very little to do with the males of her species for her entire life.&nbsp; She was confused and bewildered by all this.<br><br>Perhaps, a small part of her thought, it wouldn't be so bad to give in to his wishes... certainly it would be better to enter a physical relationship willingly, her inhabitions dulled by drugs, then to be forced...<br><br>Already, she felt her will crumbling.&nbsp; It had nothing to do with the overwhelming hunger she felt, although that might be a small part of it.&nbsp; No, she was trapped here, forced to begin a new life.&nbsp; She might want to consider making the best of it.<br><br>With a tired sigh, she approached the table, gazing upon the feast lain out before her.<br><br>"I have never lain with a male before."&nbsp; she said, her voice shy and hesitant.&nbsp; "I do not think you will find me pleasing, Prince Rhyal.&nbsp; &nbsp;Perhaps you would do better with a trained corteasan?&nbsp; I am but a priestess."<br><br>As she spoke, her tummy rumbled, the wonderous scent working it's magic on her senses.&nbsp; "I...&nbsp; I am frightened.&nbsp; Of you, of... of submitting to..." she made a gesture that encompassed the spread.&nbsp; "I miss my people, my home..."&nbsp; tears leaked from her eyes as she said the words.&nbsp; She felt lost and all alone here.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cat dreams (Rhyal and Cherri Tart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhyal</strong> on <strong>22-03-2007, 20:09:01</strong>
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				Rhyal felt sorry for this girl. She had been a priestess, a holy woman, never to be touched by a man. In her land it would have been death to lay finger on her. He had no doubt that she spoke the truth when she said she'd never been with a man, but that didn't matter much to him. He'd never been with a woman and this girl, pure and untainted, was exactly what he wanted. He wanted to learn the art of sex with someone who was as unversed in the subject as he was.<br><br>Just by sitting and talking with Asha he was learning things about himself that he'd never known. His mind was in a state of confusion, thoughts flying every which way trying to make sense of the situation. Trying to find a way to satisfy his need without hurting this girl that he desired so much. This girl that feared him, that feared what he wanted to do, that was in her heart alone in a strange land.<br><br>He felt a deep need to comfort her, to let her mind find ease. He knew he couldn't but he could at least try.<br><br>Rhyal stood and walked to where Asha was standing and before she could move away wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her into his embrace, the most comforting and trustful gesture he could think of, and held her against him. As he stood hugging Asha, his face inches from hers he could smell the sweet sent of her, his lips could almost taste her. Without thinking he leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek softly.
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